He had his back turned to the door when it opened. Even if the fact that his wards had let the person in hadn’t given him a clue, hearing that purposeful stride as it crossed the room and met him at the minibar told him well enough who it was.
Alexander had returned home.
“Busy day,” Magnus asked, still choosing to not look behind him, as he instead sprinkled some chocolate jimmies over the cocktail he was making.
He felt the weight of Alexander’s head settle on his shoulder as his boyfriend glanced down at the drink. “What are you doing?”
The words brushed over his ears and Magnus had to fight a shiver. He felt more than saw Alexander’s smug smirk and chuckled.
The things that pleased Alexander.
“I figured I might try again,” Magnus replied and reached for the drink. That pulled him out of Alec’s orbit and Alexander grumbled good-naturedly.
“Try what again,” he heard Alexander ask just as he turned around, a drink in each hand to meet those hazel eyes that roamed his face, slow and lingering, like they were mapping every curve and every plane, in a way that never failed to make Magnus shiver, before drifting down to the drinks.