The Bracken Woods it's better to burn than to fade away

His leg was barely on Alarian's back when the word broke the comfortable silence. His brows knitted tightly together with a mix of frustration and confusion. Only more confusion filled him at the male's words. They had enjoyed their first time together - both of them from what Outlander recalls - so what was wrong this time?

Yeah... He awkwardly says, almost feeling guilty himself. Had he pressured Alarian? It's fine. The stocky male shrugs as his peach gaze looks anywhere but the golden male. Do you, um, want me to walk you home or something? The words rolled off his tongue in an unusually bashful way.

He had never felt so confused and humiliated in his life. Little did he know that maybe his feelings were mutual with a stranger in the distance...