The word settled between them, putting a final, irreversible mark on a decision Liam had made without his brain's approval.
Arik moved. One arm slid firmly behind Liam's back, while the other hooked under his knees. In one fluid motion, Arik lifted him.
Liam made a sound of pure indignation, a choked gasp that was entirely swallowed as he was pulled flush against a solid chest. His hands flew out, bracing against Arik's shoulders, the fabric of his uniform cool against Liam's palms. He was being carried. Like a bride. Like a parcel. Like something precious and inconvenient.
"This is undignified," Liam managed, his voice strained as the world tilted.
Arik held him tight. He didn't even seem to notice the weight. "You're the one who issued an ultimatum," he murmured, his voice a low vibration against Liam's ear. "Efficiency is key."
