There was finality in his voice, and Christian panicked and grabbed his hand. Alexander flinched. “Don’t go,” Christian said, squeezing his fingers. “We can be—we can be friends.” Inwardly, he was cringing, because this was a fucking terrible idea. Being friends with Alexander would be hell. But there was a part of him that was ready to be whatever Alec wanted them to be—the stupid, smitten part.
