Awfully Ambrose by Sarah Honey

Author:Sarah Honey [Honey, Lisa Henry & Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: LGBTQIA Romance Fiction
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group
Published: 2022-04-22T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“You have pretty eyes,” Ambrose mumbled, one arm wrapped around Liam’s shoulders. He expelled a warm, shiraz-tinged breath against the side of his neck. “You’re pretty.”

“Uh-huh. Let’s get you to bed.” Guiding Ambrose back to the cabin was turning out to be more difficult that he’d anticipated. Liam almost wished he’d taken Orhan up on his offer to help, but Ambrose had flapped his hands at them and protested that he was fine to walk, he wasn’t a child. He’d had that gleam in his eye that meant he’d hit that stage of drunkenness where he was either going to get emotional or belligerent. Liam hadn’t been willing to risk either one, so now here they were, weaving towards the cabins in the cool night air.

A hand patted his face. “Why, though?” Ambrose asked almost plaintively.

“Why what?”

“Why’re you alone? You’re nice. And good looking.” A hand petted at Liam’s chest clumsily. “Nice body. Probably got a nice dick too.”

Liam felt warmth flood his face and tried not to focus on the fact that Ambrose had been thinking about his dick. He was drunk, and probably wouldn’t even remember having this conversation. “Watch the puddle,” he warned, and steered Ambrose around the pooled water on the path.

“Thanks. Wet shoes. Ew.” Ambrose scrunched his face up in distaste. “See? Nice guy. So, why’re you single?” he asked again.

Liam navigated Ambrose up the single porch step and leaned him against the front door of the cabin, pulling the key out and fumbling it into the lock. “I’ll tell you when we get inside,” he said. Wasn’t there something about how walking through a doorway reset your brain? Maybe once they stepped inside Ambrose would forget all about it.

Liam struggled for a second with the key before getting it to turn and made a note to put a squirt of WD-40 into the keyhole in the morning.

Ambrose swayed against the wall, staring dreamily at Liam. “You have nice hair, too.”

“Thanks,” Liam muttered. “You’re, um… You also have nice hair.”

He pushed the door open and flicked the light on.

“I’m sleepy,” Ambrose said, shuffling through behind him and wrapping his arms around him like a koala. “I drank a lot of wine. Again.”

“Yeah,” Liam agreed. As much as he liked warm, loose-cuddle-koala Ambrose, there was no way this could end well. “So okay, how about you lie down and go to sleep?”

“Down is a long way down,” Ambrose said, pushing out his bottom lip.

“It’s really not that far,” Liam assured him. “I’ll help you.”

“You’re so nice.” Ambrose’s eyes widened. “Wait! You promised to tell me why you’re all sad and alone!”

So much for the door theory. Apparently it didn’t work on drunks.

“Okay,” Liam said with a sigh. “But there’s not much to tell.” He furrowed his brow. “Also, I’m not sad and alone. I’m just alone.”

“But that’s so sad,” Ambrose whispered, his eyes as big as John Phillip’s when there was bacon in play. “You need a good person!”

Liam wondered briefly if Ambrose had somehow become possessed by the spirit of his mother.

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