~Alistair's POV~
No matter how tired Alex is, no matter what time it is, if I want something, he'll do it for me. That's why I love my man so much, I wouldn't trade him for anything in this world. He is my joy, my life, and everything I've ever dreamed of. He was my first, and he's the best man for me, just as I am his first, and the only one for him.
After a while, we finally pulled ourselves away from the tangled sheets. Alex took my hand, helping me up, and we headed downstairs to the kitchen.
The house was quiet, but it didn't feel empty anymore. Alex moved around with ease despite how tired he was. He poured me a glass of chilled juice, not too sweet, just the way I like it, and set it on the kitchen island.
I sat there, sipping slowly, watching him move around the kitchen.
He prepared a light meal for me, and when he was done, he served it. I asked him to join me. He said he wasn't hungry, but in the end, he still sat down and had a few bites with me.
