You were sitting on Alecs lap as he worked, speaking your mouth off about something that had happened at work. Mind you he was a jealous person. “And then he—“ His fingers stopped typing against the keyboard and both hands found your waist, a tight grip forming. “Sorrey lad.. what.” You didn’t understand and repeated “and then he like hugged me—“ His face buried on your neck, you could feel his glasses pressing against the back of your head. “He?”