You are my other half.

Charles leaned away and kept walking, leaving Augustine rooted to the spot, his mind swirling with Charles's words.

A slow smile tugged at Augustine's lips as he swallowed hard, the heat of the moment still lingering.

Gathering himself, he finally turned and made his way toward the bedroom, his thoughts entirely consumed by Charles.

The moment Augustine stepped into the bedroom, his eyes landed on Charles, already lying on the bed, his gaze lost in the patterns of the ceiling.

The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast gentle shadows across his face, making him look almost ethereal.

Augustine's steps were slow, deliberate, as he made his way toward Charles.

Without a word, he eased onto the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight.

Augustine's body naturally gravitated toward Charles as he settled in, resting his head on the plush pillow beside him.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.