Still (Inescapable) by A. M. Rose

Author:A. M. Rose [Rose, A. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2022-12-05T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter seven

Doc

Consciousness found Doc with a face in someone’s armpit.

The scent of musky man with an overlay of familiar smoky campfire made him want to slip back into sleep, but the unfamiliarity of his situation kept him awake.

He blinked, moving his head out of the little cavern it had found itself in and up into open air. The world spun and the sharp pain in his head warned him not to go any further. He let it thud back down, feeling weighted like it was full of sand. He tried to make sense of his surroundings through half-lidded eyes, breathing deeply through his nose.

Until he noticed someone breathing back.

“Whuh?” he asked unintelligibly, the sound of a heartbeat under his ear piercing through the fog. He looked up slowly and froze solid at the gentle brown eyes staring down at him.

“Hi,” Bailey said softly, his voice pitched low and intimate and making Doc feel things his foggy brain and tired body weren’t ready to process.

“Bailey?” he asked, just to double check. “Is this a dream?”

“No. But nice to know I’m a main character.”

Doc frowned, closing his eyes and clutching at his head. “What happened?”

“You slept here,” Bailey said, before smirking. “Well, I guess we both slept here technically.”

The implications of him lying on Bailey’s body suddenly set in and his eyes sprang open in alarm. He scrambled up.

“How?” It was the only syllable he could get out.

Bailey tilted his head, slowly sitting up himself and stretching his limbs languidly. The hair hanging over his forehead and the dark stubble on his handsome, sleepy face made Doc’s heart skip a beat.

He knew Bailey was handsome, it was a fact as plain as any other, but had Doc really realized just how handsome he was before? How long his legs were or how smooth his stomach was as his shirt rode up?

“You don’t remember walking back here?” Bailey asked, knocking him from his stupor with a flush of guilt.

“I don’t remember anything past…” Doc wracked his brain. “Something about plants?”

Bailey paused in rubbing his eye with his fist.

“Nothing? Nothing at all?” he asked quietly.

Doc swallowed and shook his head slowly.

“Oh.”

They sat in silence for a full minute, Doc feeling the increasing pressure of something on his chest he couldn’t name.

“Bailey?” he asked, concerned for a completely different reason. Bailey seemed…sad, and Doc hated that. “Is something wrong? Did I do something?”

Bailey sighed out, long and loud, before a smile finally crept onto his face. One that was genuine and warm and not forced. He shook his head. “Never change, Doc.”

The words made Doc’s cheeks heat for some unknown reason. “Bailey.”

“It’s really fine, Doc. It’s a shame you don’t remember, but maybe it’s better this way. We can do it again but nix the alcohol,” he said with a wink.

“Did I really drink that much?” Doc asked, a little incredulous.

Bailey laughed, the sound a little hoarse. “We had fun. It’s okay to let your hair down once in a while, Doc. You don’t get to relax enough.

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