Under My Skin II by M. L. Rhodes

Author:M. L. Rhodes
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Amber Quill Press, LLC

Under My Skin II

Chapter 5

When his phone rang around five-thirty Sunday evening, Sebastian's pulse stuttered, then took off at a race. He reached across the newspaper he had spread open on the living room floor where he sat and picked up the cordless phone. He hated to admit he'd had it next to him most of the day...just in case. But, well, he had kept it with him, just in case.

You could call him instead of waiting for him to call you.

Sebastian grimaced. He hated that damned voice of reason. And besides, after this morning he'd been emotionally wiped and had needed to get his head back on straight before he talked to Dylan again. After he'd finally dragged himself out of the shower, he'd slept for several hours, probably from sheer emotional exhaustion. But it had been a fitful sleep, and when he'd gotten up he'd almost felt worse than he had before he'd gone to bed.

Since then he'd been trying to decide what the hell to do with his life. Not the work part--he had the store and loved his job. It was the living space part, where he had no TV, no fricking kitchen table, no pictures on the walls, and no energy to do anything about it, that weighed on him. And even more so, the personal part, where if things kept up like they were, he was almost sick to his stomach over the possibility he might end up with no boyfriend.

Another ring brought him back to immediate reality and, with his heart in his throat, he looked at the caller ID.

But it wasn't Dylan. Which sent a flare of disappointment straight to his gut.

Just call him.

If he did, though, he was afraid he might come away from it feeling worse rather than better.

He sighed and pressed the “talk” button. “Hi, Joanie.”

“Hi, handsome! Whatcha doing?”

Being miserable. “Looking at the paper, seeing if there are any good rentals available.”

“Rentals? Like apartments?”

“Or houses.” He kept thinking of Dylan's house...warm, inviting, comfortable, filled with the scents of leather furniture, the rich, freshly ground Colombian coffee Dylan liked, a hint of the sage incense he burned from time to time, and lingering notes of his aftershave and cologne. Sebastian wanted a house like that.

Maybe it's not the house. Maybe it's the man who lives in the house that you really want.

“Are you planning to move?” Joanie asked.

“I'm thinking about it. I've decided I really hate this place.”

“It hasn't ever been the same, has it? Since that jackass Beck.”

“No, it hasn't.”

“Why don't you just move in with Dylan?”

“What?” This was the last thing he'd expected to hear from Joanie. Had everyone thought about it before he did?

“You guys are together most of the time anyway. This is the longest you've been at your own place in ages. So why not make it easier on yourselves and just live together?”

Because I don't know if Dylan loves me. How can I move in with him knowing he might not ever feel that way about me? But he wasn't about to share that with Joanie.

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