Thinking quickly, Mark came up with a plan. If he wanted to check Charles's phone, he first needed to get Charles out of the bedroom and make sure he left the phone behind.
As Charles settled beside him, Mark offered a calm, practiced smile.
"Hey, baby…" Mark murmured, sitting up against the headboard. "I have a weird craving. I suddenly feel like drinking that coffee you always make."
Charles blinked in surprise. "I thought you said you didn't like coffee."
"No, baby," Mark murmured, gently running a hand through Charles's hair. "I just haven't had your coffee in a long time. I suddenly feel like having a cup. I guess it tastes better when you're the one who makes it. Will you make me one?"
Charles hesitated for a moment, but the simple request eased some of the tension inside him. A soft smile spread across his face.
"Of course, baby. I'll go downstairs and make it for you."
Leaning in, he pressed a gentle kiss to Mark's lips before sliding out of bed.
