“Right,” Christian said, turning to the door. “See you.” Alexander’s hand grabbed his arm. Christian inhaled shakily, his heart thudding in his throat. “What?” he said, without turning around. Alexander’s warm breath brushed against his ear. “Merry Christmas.” Christian exhaled and whispered, “Merry Christmas.” The hand on his arm lingered for a moment before it was gone. Christian open the door and left. As he always did.
