Hearts at War (AlanxJeff) VI

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Jeff

In the end, it was the only thing I could think of to give Alan. I feared he would see it as too childish, but he just smiled broadly, and his eyes lit up like they hadn't in a long time. His smile was like a ray of sunshine after a storm, warm and comforting.

My heart was pounding, and I felt a pleasant warmth in my chest. Seeing him so happy filled me with indescribable joy. His eyes shone with a special light, and for a moment, everything else disappeared.

"Ahh, I hope he asks me for a kiss," I thought. I want to kiss him so much. Can that be considered a birthday gift?

Everything was going well until I met the person Way had talked so much about. Nuea was truly beautiful. He moved and carried himself in such an elegant way that he almost seemed ethereal. If Way was the prototype of a sweet, beautiful, and elegant omega, Nuea was his more mature and sophisticated version. And Alan... Alan smiled at him and spoke to him softly. Way had said that Alan liked him. He also told me that he had agreed to invite him. He even later said that he seemed happy to do so. And that only squeezed my heart more until it almost broke. This person would be... would be Alan's next partner. And I felt miserable. And then I felt angry.

We were married. We still were. I complained internally. He shouldn't smile at him like that. I was getting more and more frustrated. And Way's comments definitely didn't help.

"They look like a match made in heaven, don't you think? Ahh, I'm so glad I had such a great idea," Way said enthusiastically. And I could only try to smile silently, increasingly filled with this horrible and uncomfortable feeling. I wanted to scream and I wanted to cry.

"Over here, please bring me three of the purple ones. Yes, I'll wait. Thank you," Way instructed one of the waiters.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to understand his intentions.

"To get closer to Nuea," Way told me. "It's to show him that we're friends. I've noticed he always asks for that. Come on, let's go to the dessert table and pick some. This way we'll seem friendly," Way urged me.

The banquet table was full of beautiful and delicate desserts. Their aroma made my mouth water. I found myself eager to try them. The colors and shapes of the desserts were a feast for the eyes, each one more tempting than the last.

"Wait, what are you... You know you can't," Way scolded me when he saw I was trying to put one in my mouth.

"But, just..." I tried to say.

"No, Alan had several special ones prepared for you. Just tell me and I'll order them for you."

"But they wouldn't be these," I murmured with a pout.

"What's going on with you lately?" he asked suspiciously. "Well, anyway, wait here. I'll tell Pean to bring them."

I nodded reluctantly because I couldn't do anything else. Shortly after, the waiter came with the three cups, and I felt tempted. So tempted. I looked at Alan once more, and I just couldn't help it. My mind was in a whirlwind of emotions. I felt a mix of nervousness and jealousy burning inside me. I watched Alan from a distance, noticing every little gesture. His smile, directed at Nuea. The way his eyes shone when he talked to him. I felt a pang of jealousy every time I saw how Alan leaned slightly towards Nuea, as if he were completely absorbed in the conversation.

I looked around, checking that everyone was absorbed in their own things and no one was watching me. I took one of the salt shakers from the sauce table and emptied it entirely. I was doing that when I heard Way's voice.

"So childish," he murmured near my ear before his hand covered my mouth to muffle my scream. Then he smiled and turned me towards him. "Act natural, act natural. It's okay, smile. What are you waiting for? Smile."