Bad Influence by K.A. Mitchell

Author:K.A. Mitchell [Mitchell, K.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-64080-421-0
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2018-06-12T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

ZEB’S HEAD disappeared.

Silver pushed himself to sitting and found Zeb hunched over, kneeling on the floor. Silver’s stomach churned in the way that threatened to spew if he opened his mouth, but he couldn’t stand that echoing silence. He leaned to hook his briefs out of his pile of clothes. “Yeah. Okay, then. I’m going to head out.”

“No.” Zeb snapped it with an anger Silver couldn’t remember hearing from him before. “You’re going to wait.”

Silver tucked his briefs against his junk and waited.

Zeb’s voice was less angry but still full of emotion as he said, “I realize I’m not in a position to ask you for anything, but could you please give me a second to digest what you said?”

“What the hell does that mean? Not in a position to ask? Just ask whatever the fuck you want to ask.” Like there was some big mystery how he got it. As if the only possible response to Silver telling someone he was positive was Who gave it to you?

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Zeb buried his face in his hands. “God, I’m so sorry.”

Silver took advantage of the freak-out to haul up the briefs and find his slacks. “It’s fine. You don’t want m—to have sex with me now. It’s cool. No need to apologize.”

Zeb looked up, pushing his hair away from his face. “No? Not even for sending you away that night so that—”

Silver finished zipping his fly and slapped a hand against his thigh in frustration. “Shit. I thought we were past this.”

“How do I get past—? I thought you were okay and now—”

What the fuck was it with people and that vague wave gesture? You couldn’t catch HIV by saying it. And it wasn’t like Silver was likely to forget.

“I am okay. I’m HIV positive. I don’t have AIDS. I take a pill and have to get my blood checked once a month.”

Zeb was still on his knees, sunk back on his bare ass, pants around his ankles. It should have been ridiculous. But the bastard managed to pull off looking sexy and annoying at the same time.

“I’m so sorry,” he said again.

Silver had had enough. They had been close enough to touch the amazing feeling that was the two of them together, and if it wasn’t going to work this time, he wasn’t going to let Zeb walk because of some lame sense of responsibility.

Silver reached down and yanked Zeb to his feet. “No, you fucking don’t. You don’t get to take credit for this. You’re not God. You only look like him.”

Zeb put his hand on Silver’s unbruised cheek. “Jord—Silver.”

“Shut up.”

Zeb tried to pull his hand free, but Silver held it there.

“Shut up and listen,” Silver said. “Why did you go to Haiti?”

“To help build a school and to teach.”

“Bull. Shit.”

Zeb jerked his hand free. “What’s the point of doing this now?”

Silver’s hand started to reach for Zeb’s face, to hold him so he couldn’t hide behind averted glances and fake smiles. But he wouldn’t force it.

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