Saving
Anthony carried Michael to his apartment. Michael had passed out from the cold and not because he had wanted to try and jump of the Tower of London.
Anthony opened the door carefully; pushing it shut with his foot once he was inside.
He walked straight to the guest room and laid Michael down on the bed. Anthony let his finger trace the contours of Michaels face. He knew that he wouldn't be able to if Michael were awake. Michael didn't like being touched.
Anthony shook his head, ridding himself of some inappropriate thoughts and tucked Michael in. Michael instinctively curled up in the blankets.
Slowly Anthony lowered his face to Michael's. He kissed the man's face and muttered: "I think I love you, Michael."