"She's the one for me, Raf," Frederick's voice was low. Although he intended to use those words to fool his friend, somehow he found himself meant every single word.
Somehow those words affected every single cell of his body as it pumped flushes of warmth from his heart to the tip of his fingers and hair and back. But he had no time to spare to bask in the feelings as Rafael once again, shot it down.
"But why her?? How can somebody you torture suddenly become your everything? What about all those women I introduced? The ones you could have gotten laid with? Isn't that borne from love? Isn't the whole act itself, is love?"
It did not take long for Frederick to retort as the sentence formulated by itself in his head and waited for his commands at the tip of his tongue.
"What about you? Did you find your love by fucking with them?" The dark-haired man's voice was hushed, ready to challenge the man with his own theory.
