They negotiated their way in
to Thom’s bed after much dancing around the subject, mostly in fun at the
start, but turning much more serious and sexually charged as the evening wore
on and midnight came and went. Thom wasn’t quite certain why he’d agreed but he
had, and never from that moment on had he regretted it.
For two weeks they spent
every night together, each of them unable to get enough of what the other
offered. Then, at the beginning of the third week, Keegan closed the door to
Thom’s apartment behind them, kissed his lover heartily, and told him seconds
later that they needed to talk.
He’s going to tell me it’s over Thom thought morosely as he sat down in one corner of
the sofa, waiting for the axe to drop.
“No, Thom, it’s far from
over,” Keegan said, taking a seat at the other end of the sofa.
“What are you doing, reading
my mind?”
“I could say your thought
was written on your face, which it was actually, but that wouldn’t be the
entire truth.”
Thom’s eyes widened. “You’re
trying to suggest you really did read my mind?”
“Yes,” Keegan replied with
total sincerity. “It’s one of the things that I can do now.”
“Okay, this is fast turning to
weird beyond belief. Do you mind telling me exactly what sort of game you think
you’re playing here?”
After taking a very deep
breath, Keegan said. “To begin with, I wouldn’t be doing this if I hadn’t
fallen deeply in love with you. Don’t,” he held up a hand to silence Thom,
“Don’t say anything please until I’ve finished. I think you feel the same way
towards me, but you’re afraid to admit it even to yourself because love doesn’t
just hit out of the blue. It takes time and getting to know someone and learning
to care for them and about them before you can love them.”
Thom nodded slowly. That was
exactly how he felt. You don’t just fall in love in a matter of a couple of
weeks, especially with someone you know nothing about. However, as much as he’d
fought the idea, he had.
Keegan smiled, remaining
where he was seated but reaching out to place one hand on Thom’s knee. “I have
things I need to tell you about me, things you’re going to find hard or
impossible to accept. All I can say is that they are true.”
“I’m listening,” Thom
replied quietly, covering Keegan’s hand with his own.
Choosing his words
carefully, Keegan said, “I belong to a very special and unique breed of—I
suppose you could call us humans although we’re not quite that any more. I am a
Caomhnóir. That’s Gaelic for Guardian. There is an opposing order, the
Scriostóir, which means Destroyer. Damn, this is hard.”
“Just say it, Keegan.”
* * * * * * * * *
Out today!!
'Lessons Learned - a Hitman story'
When his former boyfriend disappears, small-town cop
Joey and his older, ex-hitman lover Glenn set to work to discover what
happened to him. In the process they decide Nate has been abducted by a
hitman who may be looking for Glenn. Now they must find Nate and stop
the hitman before he can succeed in killing Glenn. In the process they
must learn to trust in each other's abilities if Glenn, and their love
for each other, are to survive.
'Lessons Learned' - great read as usual!
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Thank you!!
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