threads of gold
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Alex buys body chain jewellery on a whim. Henry makes him feel pretty, just like he deserves.
“Alex.” Henry’s voice pulls him from his spiral and reinflates his lungs.
It feels like Paris all over again. Daunting. Testing. But Alex has never met a challenge he didn’t love, and he’s ready to face this one. With Henry’s help.
A soft palm fits into the curve of his waist, and Alex finally finds the courage to look up. Henry’s expression is affectionate as their eyes meet; his mouth quirked into the sweetest of smiles. “It’s beautiful, love.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” It comes out in a whisper. Henry looks down at the package again and turns it over, his thumb sweeping along the fastening. “Do you want to wear it?”
“Do you want me to wear it?” he examines Henry’s expression, throat tight.
Understanding crosses Henry’s face. Of course, it would; Henry knows Alex better than he knows himself, Alex thinks. He’s read every chapter in the book of Alex, all the footnotes and scribbles in the margins, too. “I want nothing more,” he tells Alex, shuffling closer and pressing a kiss to his forehead. Alex closes his eyes at the brush of his lips. “But only if you want to, Alex.”
