Rowan.
Alessander arrived from running errands late in the evening, and it had me worried, especially when he had on a change of clothes.
"What happened? You changed your clothes." I said, hugging him from behind.
He ripped off his shirt and swiftly turned around, lifting me off my feet and carrying us both to the bed. He planted a kiss on my lips, but I pulled away.
"You're avoiding the question." I frowned.
He kissed me again, "I bumped into someone and got splashed with coffee. It's nothing."
"Where are your old clothes? I'll help take them to the dry cleaner..." I said whilst his fingers went for my pants, unbuckling my belt.
"Don't worry about that." He moaned into my neck, as he planted a trail of kisses.
But I did worry. I hadn't seen him all day and he was dressed in clothes I'd never seen before, something felt off.
