Alex smiled softly as the other man took the bag and hung it on the bike. As he walked into the fancy place with wind blown hair, he felt Andreas place a hand on the small of his back. The gesture made him shiver and tingle down low. He wanted more of that touch and he let out a soft breath as he wished Andreas would his fingers under his shirt again. Though he knew that was impossible, the pink shirt was tucked in, but it didn’t stop the stirring below.<br/><br/><br/>Alex settled into the seat as he watched Andreas get comfortable. Was it wrong that he wanted to be smothered in Andreas’ warmth and scent again. He started to take the light jacket off, but paused midmotion and sputtered. “I.. what. No.. no one hurt me.” His cheeks flushed a little and he looked away, embarrassed, “I.. I fell down the stairs.. it was stupid of me.. my fault..”<br/><br/>The poor boy didn’t realize how silly of an excuse that was. Anyone with half a brain would know it’s pretty much the same as saying he walked into a door, which is the default excuse. Alex pulled his jacket tight around his form and looked over the menu on the table without picking it up. Those mussed Locks fell around his features and he licked his lips as he frantically tried for something else to talk about. “I didn’t.. didn’t think I’d see you again...” he flushed red and kicked himself. Of all the things to talk about, why did that fall out of his mouth?