Frederick's eyes flung open! Despite being extremely tired, he was no longer sleepy. His hand instinctively touched the very spot Rafael kissed on his forehead.
'What was that?' He thought. Could it be possible that he only imagined it? Perhaps it was and he woke up startled by his own dream. Either way, Frederick was not sure.
But the way Rafael hovered nearby only made him even more suspicious. He wanted to ask but... how would he go about it without sounding like a creep?
His forehead formed crinkles as he tried to differentiate between dream and reality. Logically, there was no way, the very man that had rejected his bold confession would do such a thing.
"What's wrong, Mortcombe?" Rafael asked, disrupting his flow of thoughts.
"Hmm? Nothing," The hazel-eyed man opened an eye to take a peek at the man but this time, his best friend had his back turned on him, preventing him from assessing his facial expression.
"You're sober now?"
