A Little Blood by Aimer Boyz

Author:Aimer Boyz [Boyz, Aimer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-05-19T16:00:00+00:00

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Andrew walked through his front door, the comfort of home unclenching the knot in his chest. His tiny bungalow wasn't anything much, a rental that wasn't ageing well, furnished with discards from his family, but there was no one standing in the foyer pointing a knife at him. The place could do with a paint job, but after the delights of his day, it felt like a haven.

"Have you eaten?" Etienne asked, hanging his coat in the closet.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Andrew slung his jacket on the couch. "Yes, they got me a coffee and a sandwich at the station."

Etienne pulled Andrew into his arms, rubbed soothing circles between his shoulder blades. "What do you need?"

"This is good," Andrew said, his face buried in Etienne's neck. He soaked up the safety in Etienne's hold and pulled away. "I need a shower. I have police-station and slimeball all over me."

Etienne looked at him, a silent offer to provide company under the spray of water, but Andrew shook his head. Not tonight. Not when he felt shaky from the inside out. He started down the hallway to his bedroom, and Etienne let him go. His clothes in a pile on the bedroom floor, Andrew pressed his hands against the tiles in the shower and leaning into the steaming cascade of water, let it beat at his shoulders and pound at his back. It was over. Done. Sean was locked up until his lawyer got him out on bail, and Sandrina was safe. It was over. Too bad, he couldn't shut his mind off as thoroughly as he did the shower. He dragged a towel over himself, grabbed his robe off its hook on the back of the washroom door.

"Andrew?" Etienne rapped on the door. "Karen Santos wants to speak to you."

Andrew opened the bathroom door. "Hi," he said, taking his cell from Etienne.

"I'm sorry." Karen's voice was almost unrecognizable. Andrew had never heard it without the cheerleader bounce. "I'm so, so sorry. It should have been me."

"And deprive me of my fifteen minutes of fame? I don't think so."

"That's not what I—"

"I know what you meant. It shouldn't have been either of us. It isn't your fault."

"But if I—"

"Tell you what, you name your firstborn after me, and we'll call it even. Girl or boy, I'm not kidding."

Karen laughed. A soggy sounding hiccup, but Andrew counted it as a win. "I'm not calling a girl, Andrew."

"Middle name?"

"Maybe. You okay?"

"Yeah, I am. Remember those plans I had for tonight? He's standing right beside me."

"Oh, shit. Sorry, I didn't mean—"

"See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, of course. Night."

"Karen Santos. She's the drama coach I was subbing for today." Andrew set his phone on the night table, turned to find Etienne staring at him. No, not at him, at his robe. "What?"

"I have not seen this before. It is…fluffy."

"Fuck off," Andrew said, heat crawling up the back of his neck. "It's a spa robe. What do you wear after a shower, chain mail?"

Etienne grinned. "You go to spas?"

"No.

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