Cold Like Snow by Sita Bethel

Author:Sita Bethel [Bethel, Sita]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: NineStar Press, LGBT, paranormal, ghosts, established couple, musicians, mild BDSM, ménage
Publisher: NineStar Press, LLC
Published: 2018-04-15T00:00:00+00:00

RENÉ OPENED HIS eyes, but the light hurt and everything blurred. He’d spent so long internally in the vision that the waking world around him felt wrong. Tears washed down his face and he shivered under a rushing stream of hot water. René stared at his naked body sitting on his shower floor. His skin blushed dark coral, not from the shower, but from cold. René trembled and looked around, confused. Marcus and Bastion knelt in the shower beside him

“Don’t panic. I’m okay,” René whispered, but he couldn’t stop shaking. “I’m sorry,” René cried, holding onto them. “I’m sorry.”

“René, stop it,” Bastion begged.

“I saw you die.” René choked on his tears. “I didn’t mean to, but I saw you die.”

Marcus wrapped one arm around René and one around Bastion, as if protecting them.

“Who cares?” Bastion yelled, “…you.”

“I’m okay,” René said. He shook less, but his body felt frostbitten. His sniffling changed to tremulous laughter. “You pulled me out and dragged me up here? You guys saved my life.”

“…texted May,” Marcus said.

“Oh please tell me you didn’t say what I think you said, and you did not text May.”

Marcus nodded.

“Why?” René groaned. Pain stabbed through his skull. Reaching up, René touched the welt on his forehead. “She’s going to spazz when she sees me like this.”

“…hospital.”

“I don’t want to go to the hospital. I’m okay.” René’s eyes widened.

Bastion yelled in René’s face, “…hit your… underwater… frozen… not breathing!”

“Bastion, calm down. I can’t understand you when you scream.”

“You scared the shit out of us,” Marcus said, his voice calm and easier to decipher.

René forced himself to his knees, turning the shower handle deeper into the red. The more the scalding water ran over him, the better he felt.

“I’m sorry I scared you.” René dropped to the tiled floor, allowing the hot water to bring his body temperature back to normal. “But because you both were here, I’m okay.”

“You should still go to the hospital,” Marcus said.

“He’s too damned stubborn.” Bastion stood. “I’m going to heat some tea. You deal with him.”

“What good is a hospital? I’ll be cold in the waiting room. I’ll be cold in the doctor’s office. They’ll only check my vitals and prescribe me something I don’t need. At the most, they’ll slap a bandage over my head and charge me a couple grand for it.” René rubbed his arms and legs. He eased to his feet, his legs wobbling. He probed the egg on his forehead, wincing. “I don’t need stitches.”

Pounding on the front door echoed up the stairs and to the bathroom. René turned off the water and stepped out of the stall. He stumbled, but Marcus caught him.

“Okay, so I have a concussion. I don’t need a doctor to tell me what I already know.” He managed to wrap a towel around his waist before May blazed into the bathroom on full mama-bear alert.

“Rem, are you okay?” She grabbed his face with both hands and examined his forehead. “Holy shit, that looks bad.”

“May, I’m cold. Let me find some clothes.

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