WIP Excerpt
Isaac
sighed and did what he was told. He let Adam turn his face so that he was
better able to clean the wounds properly. It took a few minutes and every once
in a while Isaac would wince when Adam rubbed the cloth over a bruise or cut.
“Sorry, honey,” Adam said now when Isaac wince. “Last one. I promise.” He
rubbed gently over a cut on his lip. “You have a sexy mouth. Has anyone ever
told you that?”
Isaac
blinked up at him. “Um…no.”
“The men
you date are stupid then,” Adam winked at him and smiled.
“I don’t
date. Not usually,” Isaac said quietly, and immediately wanted to take the
words back. This man really didn’t need to know his dating habits. Adam
shouldn’t care about it anyway, and while he was on the subject he shouldn’t be
flirting with Isaac. Neither one of them should.
It was
just a silly little game they were playing, most likely, that would just hurt
Isaac in the end.
“Why is
that?” Adam asked.
“Because
eventually people walk away.”
“That's a
sad way to look at things.” Adam pulled the cloth away and studied the wounds
on Isaac’s face. “You’ll need ice for the swelling.” He went to the
refrigerator freezer and pulled open the door. “Seriously, Isaac. You have no
food in this house at all. What have you been eating?” Adam said and looked
around the door to give Isaac an incredulous look.
Truthfully,
Isaac hadn’t been hungry lately. He shrugged, but didn’t say a word.
“You’re
coming home with us,” Adam said in a no nonsense tone.
“No.
Absolutely not.” The last thing he needed was to be under the same roof with
these two men while they were lying next to each other. He’d imagine them
fucking, all night long. He wouldn’t sleep a wink. It would be exquisite
torture.
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