I'm Straight, Right? by Romeo Alexander & John Harris

Author:Romeo Alexander & John Harris [Alexander, Romeo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Books Unite People
Published: 2020-01-02T16:00:00+00:00

10

Sloane

Stumbling through his door, Sloane cursed as the bottle tucked into the crook of his arm, almost dislodged itself from his grip. Fumbling, he managed to wiggle his arm up and catch it before it shattered on the floor. Struggling with the plastic bags in hand, he made his way past the living room and into the kitchen.

Sloane dropped the bags, grumbling as he grabbed the liquor and set it on the counter, where it would no longer be in danger. As he bent down to grab the bags to unload them, he froze, his mind finally catching up with what his eyes had seen as he’d come through the door.

Backing up, Sloane stepped into the dining room and leaned back so he could see into his living room. Sat in the big plush chair against the far wall, staring intently at him, was a nervous-looking Dean.

“Hey,” Dean said.

Sloane blinked. “Hey.”

He wanted to feel relief that Dean was even there in the first place, but Sloane was still trying to process the reality of Dean’s presence in his apartment. Normally, there was a sign, shoes kicked off, and in the way, a jacket haphazardly thrown over the chair, an empty water bottle left sitting on a table, anything to mark Dean’s presence. Yet Sloane had walked right past him, spotting him but not completely registering the fact that he was there.

“Sorry to drop in like this. I wanted to call you first but, I’m kind of shit at making phone calls, so I just made myself come here and wait instead,” Dean said, his hands clasped in front of him.

“You’re always welcome here, Dean,” Sloane said, stepping into the living room.

Dean looked up, searching Sloane’s face. “I know, but after...well…”

Sloane nodded, noticing the dark circles under Dean’s eyes, and the layer of stubble on his face. Dean wasn’t necessarily the most organized or neat person when he was off the clock, but he took care of his appearance. He certainly didn’t look a mess, but Sloane could see he was off-kilter.

“Not been sleeping?” Sloane asked.

Dean looked as though he might deny it and then shrugged. “Dreams.”

“The dreams?” Sloane asked.

Dean gave another shrug. “And other ones.”

Once again, Sloane found himself wanting to ask just what was in those dreams, and what had caused them. He knew it wasn’t the right time, however, especially since Dean looked so vulnerable. The last thing Sloane wanted was to push Dean into another corner, forcing an emotional outburst that Dean wasn’t ready for.

Again.

Sloane had never been very good at expressing himself, not with words anyway. Whenever he tried, he usually found himself stumbling over his words, and sometimes, making the situation even worse. He’d never had that trouble with Dean, though. No matter what, Sloane had always known what to say or do when it came to Dean. To feel at an utter loss the way he did now, looking into Dean’s wary, aching expression, was new, and awful.

Dean cleared his throat. “Look, I know...a lot of things were said the last time I was here.

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