Chapter 6: Arthur's POV

I woke up next to the snoring wanker. Even sleeping he looked sexy. I loved him.
But I didn't want to tell him... What if he didn't really feel the same way?
What if Alfred thought last night was a mistake? Ugh. I need to stop worrying
so much.

His eyes opened. "Good morning, babe," he smirked.

"'Ello ther-" he pulled me into a kiss. I smiled.

"I'm starving."

"Of course you are," I replied, rolling my eyes. He removed himself
from our embrace and put on his boxers and a pair of grey sweatpants. His torso
gleamed from the light of dawn peering through the window. I got up, too and
put on my boxers. I borrowed one of his shirts, which was way too big on me. I
came out of the room to find him and Matthew eating pancakes at the table.

Alfred cooed, "Oh my God! You look so cute in my clothes! Hahahaha!"

"Oh shut up," I blushed and sat down next to him. I awkwardly grabbed
a few pancakes and syrup.

"So-" I took a bite of pancake and finished chewing, "What's the
plan for today?"

Matthew stepped in, "Don't we have a conference at 12, you guys?"

"Shit." Alfie blurted out. "It's 11:30 now."

"Better get ready- It takes /you/ the longest," I answered.

"SHUDDUP!"

"It's true!"

"Guys. I'm right here. Stop bickering like bitches."

Alfie and I's jaw dropped. Never had either of us heard such language come from
the sweet, shy boy.

"Hey, Mattie, you're only acting like this cuz you just woke up and you
couldn't get to sleep last night." replied Alfred.

"Because I could hear you fucking from upstairs!" he blushed. I
blushed. Alfred blushed.

"Well. I'm going to take a shower, care to join me Artie?"

He called me Artie.

And for the first time, I didn't care.

"Sure, (you idiot!)"

He turned on the water. We unclothed each other and guided each other into the
shower. Alfred pushed me up against the shower wall. I winced. I leaned into
his kiss. This kiss. It wasn't out of lust. But something more pure. Love?

Did he love me? Did I lovehim?

I was unsure of this, yet, I felt something different in that kiss. I dropped
my hands from his neck to his waist. He pressed his wet body against me. We
both spoke not with words, but our bodies. We fore-played, rinsed our bodies,
and got out of the shower.

We got dressed, and Alfred packed up his paperwork for the conference. I ended
up finding my room key, so we headed to the hotel where I was staying and
grabbed my papers, and then headed to the Conference Hall downtown.

(After the meeting)

Me and Alfred made plans for dinner tonight. And I was surprised. He actually
wanted to take me out to somewhere /other than/ McDonalds. That made me feel a
little special. He drove me back the hotel, where we parted until tonight.

I took the elevator up to my room. I walked into my room and shut the door,
sliding my back down against it. I was in a dream state-of-mind. Alfred was the
only thing going through my mind. I rummaged through my suitcases. What the
bloody 'ell was I going to wear tonight?! I picked out a nice button-up top and
dressy trousers.