As the hours of the day ticked by, Alaric and Kastiel remained on high alert, their eyes darting nervously towards the door at every creak and groan. The specter of Carlton's unexpected intrusion from the previous day loomed large in their minds, casting a pall over their every interaction.
Alaric found himself feeling strangely unsettled, a gnawing sense of unease settling in his gut. He couldn't shake the notion that after having slept in his arms last night, Carlton would prove insatiable, returning to disturb him again with an unquenchable desire for more intimacy. Yet as the minutes stretched into hours without any sign of Carlton's distinctive nose bridge appearing in the doorway, Alaric's tension only seemed to ratchet up another notch.
