Chapter 235: Breakfast on the table

"Why are you looking at me like that, love? I am a young man in my prime." Arlen chuckled as he wore back his pajamas and looked in Ravi's drawers for a top. He hesitated; the wardrobe was arranged from work to home clothes.

But, at the very end, the home clothes were different. T-shirts, hoodies, sweatshirts, fleece pullovers, and sweatpants, there were two lounge shorts, joggers, and a pajama set; all in his size.

He turned to look at Ravi who immediately grew cautious, "Hey! We have a lot of things to do today, what kind of thoughts are you having? Delete them. Delete them."

Arlen laughed a warm chuckle that curled around Ravi like a cat's tail, "You are the best, Ravi. I love you so much."

The words made Ravi freeze for a second, then a red dust danced on his cheeks, "I love you too."

Arlen smiled.

Fuck! That smile.