The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Part 24 💖

^Well I can imagine that tho! Lol! Pc on pic..

It might not be perfect, but there were good times. Alexander knew when Mew woke up from a nightmare even though he never screamed, never trembled. He just opened his eyes and stared at Alexander like he was trying to remember where he was, and then he would look so relieved that Alexander wanted to cry for him.

The only thing that had given Alexander pause about the two of them actually meant something to each other, instead of him feeling like he had butted his way into Mew's life, was once when Alexander had walked in while Mew was staring at his back in the bathroom mirror. Mew looked up at Alexander, his face a tragedy of guilt and hurt, and Alexander had just stopped and waited for him to say something.

"Am I ugly?" Mew wanted to know, his face bewildered.

"What?" Alexander asked.

"Am I ugly? Why do people always stare at me? They can't see what's on my back, is it written on my face?"

Alexander stared in shock. This man thought he was ugly?

"You probably don't want to answer that."

"My feelings will not be hurt if you tell me the truth, Alexander. Is it because I'm ugly?"

Alexander turned Mew around so that he could stare at him in the mirror, his large arms enveloping Mew's slender body. He leaned down to rest his chin on top of Mew's head momentarily until he straightened out, his long fingers touching Mew's right eye.

"You are the most gorgeous man I have ever seen, and my entire profession is being surrounded by gorgeous men, Mew. No one knows what is on your back except for me, and I do not talk about it with anyone but you. When people are staring at you, it is because they cannot get over how beautiful you are. Some people might notice that your eyes are haunted, but that only adds to your attraction because they want to rescue you."

Mew met Alexander's blue eyes in the mirror, boldly looking into him. "Do you want to rescue me?"

"Every day," Alexander confessed. "Every day I want to be your knight."

Mew rested in Alexander's arms. "I wish you had been with me when I was younger. You're so much bigger than my father."

Alexander tried not to let Mew's confession floor him, but it was difficult. Mew never wished for anything but what was right in front of him. If he had not built his empire up around him while Alexander watched, he would think that the man had no ambition whatsoever. It was also the first time that Mew had ever named the person that had scarred his back, and Alexander was honored that Mew had confessed to him.

He still wasn't certain exactly what Mew did or why he was gone all the time, but he did know that Mew had more money than he knew what to do with, and he sponsored plenty of political candidates. Alexander had been the trophy boyfriend at more than one benefit dinner, but he never cared about any of that. And Mew had given him his own credit card that he had been free to use whenever he wanted something.

He never used it, though. Alexander made more than enough money to support himself with relative ease. Plus, there was The Guilt. The Guilt kept him from so much in this relationship. Mew's ice walls were only part of their problems if Alexander was being honest. The Guilt was the other half. Alexander couldn't let himself accept anything that Mew offered him because The Guilt was a barrier between them. Their crazy awkward relationship was going to need a lot of fixing, or it was going to have to be abandoned.

Saint woke up thirty million times in the night to make sure that Perth was still next to him. He was sleeping, exhausted from their love-making and from the baby. Saint fell instantly in love with the sonograms that Perth had so proudly shown him, he touched the clothing and the toys and the diapers and the furniture in a kind of wonder, pausing after Perth had shown him any single little thing to kiss his lips or run his hands over his face and body until he smacked his hands away laughingly.