"Is that good enough for you or do you need more proof of my love?" Francis asked breaking the kiss.
Ander was too dazed to reply to him. It wasn't real, he thought. Francis was in love with his father and he would never kiss him. He just didn't know how long the sweet dream would last until he woke up to the harsh reality. The reality where he and his dad both hated him.
"Ander," he called out shaking him out of his trance.
"A mare kiss doesn't prove anything," Ander said to him. A kiss can be forced and love can be faked. He was not foolish to trust the man blindly when had proven to him that nothing romantic could ever happen between them.
His reply made Francis frown. He didn't know what else to do to convince the boy that his feelings for him were real.
"Let's have breakfast," he suggested.
Just then his attention was drawn to a shadow by the door. His frown deepened.
