As I Am by A.M. Arthur

Author:A.M. Arthur
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-09-09T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Taz hadn’t planned their date with any expected ending in mind, other than knowing Will had a great time. The massage had been an impromptu decision, spawned by how relaxed Will had gotten while watching the movie—and also from Taz’s desire to remove some of Will’s stress. It had been a tough week for both of them.

Hell, it hadn’t even been an entire week yet, but somehow Taz’s life felt infinitely different than it had before Will. Infinitely different and infinitely better. Agreeing to walk to the park that first time—hell, was that really only this past Tuesday?—was the best decision he’d ever made.

It was also the most frustrating. Dipping into Will’s past was like playing Russian roulette with his mood. Bring up the wrong thing, and boom. The walls came up, and Will tried to shut down. But Taz was figuring out how to draw Will back out, cheer him up, and make it all okay.

He smiled through Will’s current laughing fit, loving every cheerful sound and squawk coming out of his boyfriend. And hating the man responsible for those cigarette burns with every fiber of his being. Will had admitted to being molested by more than one person, without giving any details. Molested could mean a lot of different things, from touching to penetration, and Taz had held out hope that the latter hadn’t happened.

The burn confession dashed that hope to pieces, and it made a deep-down part of Taz rage. He’d kept hold of that rage, though. No way did he want Will to see it, not when they were having such an amazing time. Taz would save the rage for later, when he was alone and could vent it properly.

Will calmed himself with a few deep breaths, and then they were lying side by side on the carpet, grinning at each other. Will’s cheeks were pink, his eyes shiny, so happy and relaxed in that moment that Taz hesitated to break the spell by speaking.

“Fuck, I’m thirsty,” Will said.

“Want a glass of water?” Taz could use some, too.

“Sure.” Will sat up, then scrambled to his feet. “Hang out, I’ll get it.”

“Okay.”

Taz wasn’t used to being waited on in his own place, so he enjoyed the novelty. He shifted so he could lean against the couch, legs stretched out in front of him. Will returned with two cold glasses of water; he handed one to Taz before dropping down next to him.

“Thank you,” Taz said. The cool water soothed his parched throat.

Will gulped his, Adam’s apple bobbing with each large swallow. “Damn, I needed that. Does wine always make your throat sticky?”

“It can, I guess. Certain drinks make me thirsty, especially cocktails. It’s all the sugar.”

“That makes sense. I did really like the wine, though. And dinner. Dinner was amazing.”

Taz thought back to something Will had mentioned while they ate. “Earlier you said you couldn’t believe food could taste that good, and then you really got into a movie about a chef.”

“Yeah.” Will started picking at the label on his bottle.

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