I didn't realize how much time had passed as I lay there, Fabian's low, even breaths keeping me company. My hand occasionally passed through his hair, and I chuckled to myself because of how silky it felt. Quite silly, too, but I didn't quite care.
I turned to the portrait, craning my neck to see. For a while, I just watched the details, my hands carwfully wrapped around him, my smile small. I then turned away, then shook my head.
Fabian did not stir throughout, and despite the complete lack of clocks in the room, from the view outside, I was sure we were running late.
After all, we had that dinner with Gerald later.
"Is he inside?"
I turned to the door, just as it opened, and Gerald walked in, his eyes wide. He was wearing a casual shirt and pants and looked quite ready to play the
