Wildfire (In Vino Veritas) by Garrett Leigh & Heart Eyes Press LGBTQ

Author:Garrett Leigh & Heart Eyes Press LGBTQ [Leigh, Garrett]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Heart Eyes Press LLC
Published: 2022-09-07T18:30:00+00:00

14

KAI

Later never comes. For three days straight we’re like ships in the night. I fall asleep waiting for him. Wake up when he’s already in bed and pace the apartment till dawn. Then I pass out and he’s gone when I wake up. It’s a clusterfuck, but the notes he tacks to the refrigerator make it better. Ridiculous things. Mouse sketches. Simple shit that makes me smile. He’s not here, but the ever-growing pile in the kitchen drawer helps me feel far from alone.

Eat the beans, dude. And the spinach. Cos you need bigger muscles like I need longer hair.

Kaiiiii. U so pretty x

It’s been a hot mess of a week when he leaves my favorite.

You’re beautiful when you dream. There’s food in the fridge. Eat it. You’re gonna need your strength.

Interesting. That day sends me to an off-schedule therapy appointment because Dr. Canon is about to go on vacation. It whacks me out, but I tell her about Joss, and it feels good. I go home and head straight upstairs. Shower and sit my nervous ass on the couch. I’m alive with anticipation. Restless energy burns through me, and I wonder if I’m getting a taste of what it’s like for Joss.

Then my theory craps out because despite feeling so awake my eyeballs hurt, I fall asleep. Again. After months of fuckin’ insomnia. By the time I jump awake, it’s morning and the apartment is so empty I want to scream.

Joss is gone.

Like, properly gone. He’s not in the kitchen. He’s taken Tanner’s bullshit car, and I have no way of checking in with him, because he still hasn’t fixed up his phone.

And of course, Tanner is nowhere to be found either.

They might be together. It’s possible. But Molly would know. Auden. Oz. Anyone. But no one has a damn clue.

Molly eyes me from the inventory she’s counting, her curly hair so wild she reminds me of Joss when he’s bright-eyed and disheveled. “You need Tanner for something? Can I help?”

“Nah, Mols. I’m good.”

Lies. There’s an itch in my gut that has nothing to do with PTSD and everything to do with the fact that I haven’t seen Joss for six days, and I don’t know what the hell to do with myself.

Go to work like a normal person.

I can do that.

I make myself do that, and the day disappears. At the end of it, I pack my tools into the truck I’ve borrowed from Wildfoot HQ while I’m working on the jewelry store renovation I picked up a few days ago. My phone has been banished to the console, screen blank and annoying. Idiot. Why would he call? He never has before.

Right. Because he can’t. And even if he could, why would he? We live together. It’s not as if we won’t cross paths eventually.

As the thought completes, my phone lights up.

So do I.

Literally.

I dump my tools and sprint around the truck, lunging across the passenger seat.

It’s my mom. “Goddamn.”

Fuck my life. I mean, I love my mom. But she’s not Joss and I’m pining for him so bad it hurts.

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