Arren's hostility subsided when he noticed Spade's confusion. Never mind, the alpha clearly didn't understand his emotions. Arren set the cup of coffee down, but his hands never left it and he continued to seek the warmth it provided.
He lifted his eyes to meet Spade's amber pupils, his cold having subsided. The alpha's gaze seemed to be fixed on Arren, as he simply watched and stared at him. He couldn't help but feel flustered because of the intense gaze. Arren licked his lips and decided to start the conversation because the silence was making him feel hotter by the second.
"Did I bother you?" he softly inquired. While Arren was grateful that the alpha responded to his call, he didn't forget that the alpha might be extremely busy.
"No, it's fine, but..." the deep voice floated in the air as he paused, his amber eyes appearing darker to Arren. "You're grounded, aren't you?" Spade continued, almost accusingly, as if he was reprimanding Arren.
