Yuuto sat in Aiden's lap, straddling him on the couch as rain tapped gently against the windows. His fingers played with the collar of Aiden's shirt, half-unbuttoned from their earlier kissing, and his lips were still red from how rough it had become.
Aiden's hands rested possessively on Yuuto's waist. "I could get addicted to this view," he murmured, eyes dragging over Yuuto's flushed cheeks and parted lips.
Yuuto grinned, leaning in to kiss along his jaw. "Then don't stop. Let's get lost in it."
They kissed again—hot, breathless, grinding into each other like they were trying to melt into one. Yuuto moaned softly when Aiden bit his lip, tugging gently, his voice husky. "Bedroom?"
Yuuto smirked. "I thought you'd never ask."
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But just as Aiden lifted him up, Yuuto's phone buzzed on the table.
Julien. Again.
Aiden's jaw clenched. "Why does he keep—?"
Yuuto sighed and picked it up. One unread message.
> "You don't even know the truth about Aiden. He's hiding something from you."
Yuuto's brows furrowed.
Aiden caught the look. "What did he say?"
Yuuto showed him.
Aiden's expression shifted… just slightly. A flicker of hesitation.
That was all it took.
Yuuto pulled away a little. "Is there something… you're not telling me?"
Aiden ran a hand through his hair. "I wanted to wait. But maybe I can't anymore."
Before he could say more, the doorbell rang.
Yuuto blinked. "Who…?"
Aiden stood up slowly. "Stay here."
But Yuuto followed him anyway—and his heart stopped when Aiden opened the door.
A young man stood there. Tall, lean, with striking gray-blue eyes and a familiar air of confidence.
"Aiden," the man said softly. "I heard you were dying. I had to come."
Aiden's throat bobbed. "Lucas…"
Yuuto stepped forward. "Who is this?"
Lucas's eyes flicked to Yuuto, then back to Aiden. "I'm his ex. The one who left before he was diagnosed."
The room spun.
Yuuto's lips parted. "Ex…?"
Lucas stepped inside like he belonged. "And I'm not leaving this time. I want you back, Aiden."