The sound that came out of Alex sent little sizzles along the assassin’s spine.  He felt fingers in his hair and let out a pleased sigh of his own, his eyes falling closed for a moment as he savoured that moment.<i>Forever?</i>Blue eyes snapped open again and he looked down at the pretty face staring back up at him and felt a sly smile forming.  How could Alex be that damned sexy, beautiful,<i>damaged</i>, and still come across so damned pure?  It was infuriating.  It was glorious.  He loved it so much.<br/><br/>“Forever and ever,” he promised.  Then he glanced down and watched his fingers brush over the purple shirt Alex had worn for their journey there.  It had looked cute on him when Andreas had first seen it, but now he hated the colour and the material in a way that defied reason.  Thinking back, they’d left in a hurry, and Alex hadn’t had time to take a bath.  It wasn’t the shirt so much as he wanted to rid Alex of his father’s touch.<br/><br/>“It’s late, but… You should have a bath,” he said, already getting up from the bed and taking Alex’s hand in his.  “It’ll help you relax.”