Angelo scrolled through his phone with a soft smile on his face. He was reading Caspian's texts. The first message was a picture of a pie, followed by a barrage of messages.
Caspian was surprisingly formal over the phone. He had expected the bubbly Omega to use more emojis and less punctuation.
Shoved away a moment ago for being a nuisance, Nikolai's eyes narrowed as he took in his mate. Angelo was engrossed in his phone, smiling at something.
"What are you doing?" he asked, closing the distance.
Angelo held him off with a bare foot, knowing that the Alpha would go right back to trying to get under his sweater if he let him get closer. "Texting Caspian."
Nikolai's expression soured. He would have actually preferred it if it were a fling; at least then, he could get rid of them. But he was powerless against Caspian. Maybe it was time he paid a visit to Asher.
The sun set hastily, and soon the skies outside darkened, night coming early.
