A couple of days later, Micah is still staying with Trace when Lilianna reappears and stops by to check on him. It puts a smile on Micah’s face when Lilianna runs up to hug him and say how much she’s missed him, because he can tell it’s sincere. Though she’s careful not to ask what … Continue reading “Chapter 8: Threesome”
God. Why did she have to have so much damn faith in him? He was going to have to confess it all.
“I don’t know who’s a worse influence,” Jere said. “Between you and Kieran, you’re going to get us all killed.”
“This is what New York is all about,” Drew said as he pushed open the door to a small café. The smell of coffee and pastries practically smacked Jamie in the face. “Over-priced coffee?” he asked with a grin, following Drew inside and plopping down at a table by the window. They’d only been in … Continue reading “Chapter 5: Subtle Invitations”
“Never. I never will,” Dixon swore, pulling Jaye into a hug. Jaye fought it at first, but then he felt it as the familiar scent of Dixon’s skin got in Jaye’s head, and the feel of him against Jaye’s body lured him as no other intoxicant could.
“You know,” Micah says. “I can’t help but notice an imbalance, here.” Trace hadn’t called Ben after all, giving in to Micah’s desire for privacy. The mug filled with tea, sans the lemon they don’t have, warms Micah’s hands. The tea itself heats his worn body, helping his throat feel slightly better. Trace has finished … Continue reading “Chapter 7: The Danger of Secrets”
“He ransacked the kitchen drawers, made off with some cookie cutters, and no one’s seen him since.”
Bullshit in Hojer was bad enough, but what was someone from the International Medical Board doing here?
Jamie wasn’t sure he’d ever been this far north, almost to the edge of the Bronx, but the tall buildings of Manhattan had fallen away slightly, giving a little space between streets. A streetlight flickered as he passed beneath it and stopped at the steps leading into a tall, brick building. The directions on his … Continue reading “Chapter 4: Jamie in the Bronx”
He wasn’t sure that Dixon could answer, he was so far gone into a place where words had no meaning, and only physical reality had any power. Jaye was well familiar with it himself.