Surprise! I Live lol :) finally on break from school. Sorry it's been so long. My Malec muse has been asleep so hopefully it wakes up soon

Enjoy the new chapter :)

35.

"I have to admit...I didn't think you'd actually take me up on my offer for dinner," Woolsey said.

"I didn't either," Magnus replied. "It's just, I've been lonely and with Alexander being in prison and this house, it feels emptier now that everything's being all packed up and...and you didn't come to listen to me ramble. I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize," Woolsey assured him. "This must be difficult for you."

"All my neighbors give me this pitying look when I go out..." Magnus sighed.

"I think it's smart that you're moving," Woolsey replied. "I don't think you should stay married to..."

"Alexander?" Magnus finished. "My husband?"

"Men like that can be very dangerous," Woolsey replied. "What would he do if he knew I was over here with you?"

He'd slit your throat and let you bleed out for touching me, Magnus thought drinking his wine. "What he doesn't know, won't hurt him," he answered. "I mean, I won't tell him. Will you?"

"Not sure there's nothing to tell," Woolsey mused.

"Let me go check on dinner," Magnus said, starting to get up. He finished off his wine as he walked to the kitchen and set the glass down.

"Did he know you were a prostitute?" Woolsey asked, leaning in the kitchen doorway. "That how you two met?"

"Yes," Magnus answered. "He knew., but never asked me to have sex with him...in that way."

"And if I asked you to have sex with me in that way, would you?" He asked walking over.

"If you mean asking me to have sex with you, a police officer, for money," Magnus answered. "Then that would put us both in jail now wouldn't it?"

"Smart as he is pretty," Woolsey chuckled. "I can see why he liked you."

"Don't you mean likes?" Magnus asked. "He's still my husband and I still love him." He took down a couple plates.

"Yet you're having dinner with me, and dressed like that, what am I supposed to think?" Woolsey asked.

"That I want to have dinner with you as a good gesture," Magnus answered. "If you only came over because you thought I was going to spread my legs like a slut, you are sadly mistaken."

"You're right, I'm sorry," Woolsey apologized. He held his hands up in surrender. "I'm being a terrible guest. Can we start over?"

"Will you behave?" Magnus asked.

"Promise," Woolsey answered.

Magnus thought for a moment and nodded. "Thank you for joining me for dinner."

"Thanks for having me," Woolsey smiled and picked up his wine glass. "You know, if you're ever lonely, I'm only a phone call away."

Magnus finished off his wine and set the glass down. "That so?"

"I was a dick to you," Woolsey answered. "I shouldn't've have treated you that way at the precinct. You're husband goes down for murder and I waltz in a threaten to tell him you used to sell yourself for cash. You didn't even know he had killed the man did you?"

Magnus swallowed and shook his head. "I was asleep when he got home that night. I just figured he was working late, and he never mentioned it the next day. It...it was an accident right? You don't think he really planned to kill that man did you?"

"No, of course not," Woolsey set his own glass down and wrapped an arm around Magnus. "People make dumb mistakes. He told us it was just an altercation that got out of hand. He'll be back home before you know it."

Magnus nodded and leaned his head on his shoulder. He didn't realize there were tear running down his cheeks until Woolsey wiped them away with his thumb. "You have a seat. I'll set the table and get the plates ready alright?"

"I invited you, I should be the host," Mangus answered.

"You just sit there, have another glass of wine, and let me work my way back into your good graces...I...I really want to be your friend Magnus. If you'll let me," Woolsey told him.

Magnus blushed a bit. "Well...if you insist."