Broken & Damaged Love by T.L. Clark

Author:T.L. Clark [Clark, T.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B015ZWTHCE
Published: 2015-10-14T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9 – Attraction

It wasn’t long before one of his friends started catching Frank’s eye more.

The odd glances would last a little bit longer. The air would sizzle between them, before dying down as they were tugged back into conversation by the others.

There was a moment when they were out in the pub; when Jake was putting Frank’s pint glass down and their hands brushed, and Frank thought his world was exploding.

Just that one simple touch ignited so many wondrous feelings. He daren’t look at his friend. In fact, he looked in the opposite direction.

He fidgeted in his seat, hoping his sudden erection wasn’t showing. He checked to make sure his lap was hidden under the table.

He blushed, feeling as if the whole world were watching him. He heard laughter; one of his friends had obviously said something funny which he was oblivious to.

He plastered on a grin, but out of the corner of his eyes he saw Jake’s smiling face cast a glance in his direction.

That tension was back in a heartbeat. Frank excused himself and went to the toilets.

He splashed cold water on his face, but that did nothing but make him wet. He took a deep breath; he was panicking.

The world felt like it was caving in on him whilst simultaneously spinning out of control.

He passed by his table of friends, muttering something about, “Sorry guys. I’m not feeling well. It must’ve been that dodgy canteen food. I’m just going to call it a night.”

“Already? But we only just got here,” one of the group griped.

“Yeah. Sorry. I thought I’d be OK once I was out, but I’m not. There’s no point torturing myself. You guys have fun.”

And with that he beat a hasty retreat before anyone could stop him.

“I hope he’s OK. He was looking awfully flushed,” Fiona said, sounding concerned.

“I’m sure he’s fine. I’ll check on him later,” Jake volunteered.

“Just make sure you do. He shouldn’t be on his own if he’s that unwell.”

Feeling reassured that one of them would check on him they carried on with their night without another thought of Frank.

Frank in the meantime had gone back to his room.

He felt utterly ridiculous. What the hell was wrong with him? He was letting his imagination run wild (he tried to convince himself).

It was an innocent touching of hands. It didn’t mean anything. He didn’t even know if Jake was gay.

No, he was being absurd. But he couldn’t go back now. He’d made such a fuss about being ill. He couldn’t waltz back in having made a miraculous recovery.

He flumped down on his bed. He got up and paced around. He sank back down. He did this numerous times, and started to annoy even himself.

He shook his head ‘Get a grip,’ he whispered to himself, running his hands through his hair.

Lying back down on his bed his teeth bit into his lower lip as he smiled. Jake’s hands were lovely and soft. And his wavy, soft dirty blonde hair was so tempting. Every so often he got a waft of some heavenly scent as he sat next to his friend.

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