Hours passed. It was probably well past midnight. Salvatore lay flat on his back, staring up at the handcrafted ceiling above him. The angel in the sky. It was an old building, constructed by someone who was truly proud of their work.
He couldn't ignore it. It was beautiful. Usually, he would spend a few minutes gazing at it before falling asleep. But today, it was different.
He couldn't sleep. His mind was racing, trapped in a continuous loop of Milo's words.
"I like you, Sir."
The declaration had caught him completely off guard. Salvatore was no stranger to people making advances toward him. In his position, men and women frequently tried to use attraction to gain his favor, protect their assets, or secure a higher status.
Milo wasn't the first to confess his feelings.
But still, this was completely different. He knew Milo wasn't playing a game or trying to manipulate him.
