"Lover At Last" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ward, J.R.)

Qhuinn, on the other hand, had never been able to keep a secret. From surprise parties to gossip to embarassing personal details like whether youтАЩd gotten laid together by a cheap whore atтАФ

тАЬBlay?тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩm sorry, what?тАЭ

Saxton emerged, fully dressed in a tweed Ralph Lauren three-piecer. тАЬI said, IтАЩll see you at Last Meal.тАЭ

тАЬOh. Is it that late?тАЭ

тАЬYes. It is.тАЭ

Guess theyтАЩd screwed their way through the first place setting of the dayтАФwhich was how theyтАЩd rolled ever sinceтАж

God. He couldnтАЩt even think about what had happened a mere week ago. CouldnтАЩt even put into mental words how he felt about the one thing heтАЩd never worried about coming to passтАФright in front of his own eyes.

And heтАЩd thought being rejected by Qhuinn was bad?

Watching the guy have a young with a femaleтАФ

Shoot, he needed to respond to his lover, didnтАЩt he. тАЬYes, absolutely. IтАЩll see you then.тАЭ

There was a hesitation, and then Saxton came over and pressed a kiss to BlayтАЩs lips. тАЬYouтАЩre off rotation tonight?тАЭ

Blay nodded, holding the cigarette out of the way so the maleтАЩs beautiful clothes didnтАЩt get burned. тАЬI was going to read the New Yorker and maybe start From the Terrace.тАЭ

Saxton smiled, clearly appreciating the appeal of both. тАЬHow I envy you. After IтАЩm finished, IтАЩm going to take a few nights off and just relax.тАЭ

тАЬMaybe we could go somewhere.тАЭ

тАЬMaybe we could.тАЭ

The tight expression on that lovely face was quick and sad. Because Saxton knew that they werenтАЩt going anywhere.

And not just because a Sandals all-inclusive was so not in their future.

тАЬBe well,тАЭ Saxton said, brushing his knuckle down BlayтАЩs cheek.

Blay nuzzled that hand. тАЬYou, too.тАЭ

A moment later the door opened and shutтАжand he was alone. Sitting on the messy bed, in the silence that seemed to crush him from all sides, he smoked his cigarette down to the filter, screwed it out in the ashtray, lit another.

Closing his eyes, he tried to remember the sound of Saxton moaning or the sight of the maleтАЩs back arching or the feel of skin on skin.

He could not.

And that was the root of the problem, wasnтАЩt it.