A Dance too Far by H L Day

Author:H L Day [Day, H L]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-02-15T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Valentin

He may have said thank you, but I wasn't wholly convinced that Max meant it. Not yet, anyway. He would be grateful once he finally learned to let go of the guilt and began to heal. Ever since the first moment I'd met him, it had been obvious that he was carrying around a lot of baggage. Given his relationship history, or lack of, it had been obvious that there had to be a man at the center of it. The rest I'd pieced together during our conversation from his body language and the things he wouldn't say. Then it had simply been a case of asking the right questions in order to get him to open up.

He sat staring into space, a slight furrow on his brow. I'd expected a demand that I return the favor and talk about my own past, but it hadn't happened yet. He was too busy processing. What he needed was a distraction, a reminder that the present was always far more interesting than the past. "Let's go to bed."

The frown grew deeper. "Bed?"

"You have one, right? I'm assuming that you don't hang from the rafters like some overgrown bat?" At least that comment elicited a faint smile. I struggled to my feet. Even with the special boot provided by the hospital, I was loath to put weight on my ankle, the memory of what happened onstage all too vivid in my mind. I reached for the crutches, wedging them firmly beneath my armpits. Max hadn't moved an inch, his gaze still fixed on the surface of the table. "Bring condoms."

"Condoms?"

He needed to be shocked out of the state he'd fallen into, not treated with kid gloves. I gave him my best Valentin Bychkov withering glance. "This echoing thing is getting a bit tiresome, Max. On your feet. Condoms. Make yourself useful and fuck me."

He stood, leaning on the kitchen table as if he needed it for support. "But your ankle?"

I took a few steps. I was getting better on the crutches. Once I thought of it as being like a dance and had everything coordinated in the right order, it was much easier. The doctor had said that I would only need to use them for the first few days, just until I was confident enough that the protective boot would do its job. "I don't fuck with my ankle. I think we'll manage." I continued to the stairs. "Don't worry, I'll find your bedroom on my own. I didn't want a tour or anything." Truth be told, I'd already taken one before having a shower. The contents of Max's closets didn’t reveal anything about the man that I didn't already know.

I began to make my slow way up the stairs, Max hovering behind me. "I could carry you. That might be easier." His tone said "and quicker," but he had more sense than to voice it aloud.

The offer made me smile. Not that Max could see it when I had my back to him.

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