"You were so mad," Alex laughed quietly, nostalgic even. He'd never seen Henry quite so furious before or after for that matter. Now though, well, now he could only be grateful for the whole mess. If that hadn't happened, if they hadn't been forced to play nice for the cameras, he never would have gotten to actually know Henry, to see who the prince was behind the public image he portrayed (and the admittedly uncharitable vision that Alex had of him). He wouldn't have those texts and phone calls that had carried him through days on end just waiting for his phone to chime again.

He wouldn't have this, the soft touch of that fingertip over his shoulder, the warmth of Henry's body against his own. He lifted his head so that he could brush a kiss against Henry's jaw. "I mean... me neither, really. But... it might be fun to get a little creative together." And well, Alex did trust Henry completely. He honestly didn't know what this was -- casual? friends with benefits? a fling? -- but he knew he wanted whatever it was to last, to continue. He wanted it to be something.