The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Steven's place was a housewarming gift from Peter back in the day. There were not many homes in that block-just a handful. When mapping out the neighborhood, Peter never planned for a crowd. He claimed four for himself, leaving only three others. That's why the area was so peaceful and quiet.

Four friends stepped out of the car, helping Steven organize his stuff. With the clock ticking, Charles took off with Noelle, and Steven tagged along with Sean to his place.

Steven's house had been empty for ages. Even if someone had given it a once-over, Sean knew Steven would not settle in anytime soon.

"Looks like you've been doing pretty well for yourself these past few years!"

Steven surveyed Sean's digs and nodded approvingly. Sean emerged from the kitchen with a glass of water and grinned at the compliment. "What, you thought I'd be stuck in the past?" he joked.

Sean offered the glass to Steven. "It's clean, don't worry. So, Mr. Fischer, how long are you in town this time?"

Steven's eyes narrowed just a touch, but he kept his cool, simply pressing his lips together and giving Sean a nonchalant look. "Why do you ask?"

no reason. Just wondering

he played it off with a

gestured with his hand. "You're overthinking it. I'm just checking in on how life's been treating you these past few years. That little stray cat of yours

business!" Steven's response was distant and detached. "You'd be better off worrying about your own partner

shifted ever so slightly. "You've met

casual sip of water. "Yeah, just a fleeting

encounter?" Sean's face soured, but he still managed to flash Steven an innocent smile and touched

if you've got something to

and settled into a

out the floor-to-ceiling window

lifeless, a stark contrast to the warmth