Falling Slowly by Remmy Duchene

Author:Remmy Duchene
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: interracial, glbt, erotic Romance, Gay, Contemporary
ISBN: 9781487400880
Publisher: eXtasy Books
Published: 2014-10-15T05:00:00+00:00

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They sat together outside on the patio, beneath their first moonlight. Timothy watched as Steven pushed his food around on the plate for a moment, then ignored it all together to focus on the guitar. It was breath-taking listening to this man he was fawning over play that wonderful instrument. The song ended and Steven put the guitar beside his chair and picked up his fork.

“That was beautiful,” Timothy pointed out. “Was that one of yours?”

Steven nodded. “Yeah. But all I have is the music, no lyrics yet.”

“You’ll get it. If you do, it would make an amazing song.”‘

“That means a lot coming from you, Tim.”

“Really?”

Steven nodded and they slipped back into the awkward quiet that had started to be familiar.

Timothy was listening to the waves in the distance and watching Steven carefully. He did want to kiss him, but he didn’t understand. Why did his body want Steven the way it did? It wasn’t the kind of want that could be satisfied with a simple kiss. It was stronger—he knew that for sure. What would he do if he gave in a little and took those beautiful pink lips beneath his? He’d want more and more, and then it would be too much, becasue he’d want more than Steven would want to give.

Timothy hung his head. “You were right.”

“I was right about what?”

“Me wanting to kiss you. But I can’t.”

“Then why are we talking about it, Tim?”

“I’m not used to any of this. Could you cut me some slack? Just because I’m older than you doesn’t mean I can deal with this. I’m a cop. I’m used to busting through doors and feeling nothing.”

“Let me put your mind at ease. I thought you wanted me. I was wrong. My apologies. I understand what’s happening and it’s okay. I didn’t expect anything from you.”

“Are you sure?”

“What the hell kind of…can we just go one meal without arguing?”

Timothy nodded silently. The rest of dinner passed quietly. They were in Greece, Oia. It was supposed to be a fun evening, but the tension between them ruined it. At the end of dinner, Timothy cleaned up. He listened to the water running in the shower and knew Steven was naked and wet. Pressing his eyes closed, he turned on the cold tap and shoved his hands under it. He let the water seep through his fingers and pressed the cold hands to his face in hopes the cold would shock his system back to earth.

It barely worked. By the time the shower went off, he had to get out of the house. He waited a bit, hoping Steven was dressed before walking into the bedroom. He was partially right, because all his guest wore was a pair of jeans, no shoes or shirt. Steven was muscular, with a large tattoo spanning his whole left arm from the tip of his shoulder to his elbow. The tattoo was done perfectly, tribal with what looked to be a Russian Matryoshka doll with names delicately written around it.

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