The Truth of Our Past: Unframed Art MM Romance by Heather Leighson

Author:Heather Leighson [Leighson, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HL Books
Published: 2024-05-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter twenty-three

Von

Waking up with Alec is the best way to start my day. He’s spent three nights here this week, and I could get used to it. It’s dangerous to get used to it, but I’m living in the moment. And at this moment, I have morning wood pressed up against Alec’s bare ass.

“Hmm, good morning.” Alec presses into my erection.

“It would be a better morning if we had more time,” I complain. “The meeting with the lawyer is in an hour. Shower with me to save time.” We shouldn’t be late for the appointment with a lawyer to review Alec’s inheritance and possible uses for the land.

He’s nervous, excited, and can’t stop babbling with the possibilities. When he asked me to attend the meeting with him, it was too easy to say yes, as if we were partners deciding together.

I ignore the alarm bells screaming danger in my head.

“Stupid lawyers.” Alec groans as I kiss the spot behind his ear that drives him crazy.

“Totally stupid,” I agree and throw the covers back.

The cold air hits us and we hurry into the shower. I keep the heat low at night because I run hot and Alec is a snuggler. He pretends I’m the one who likes to wrap him up, but if I move away, he follows. It’s adorable.

I use conditioner to jack us together. It’s fast and not the orgasm either of us craves, but it will get us through the day. I cannot believe I survived a year of celibacy. My body will go into serious withdrawal when I don’t have Alec.

The thought is a gut punch, and I have to kiss him aggressively to banish the ache.

The meeting with the lawyer goes exceptionally well. The lawyer tells Alec he is under no obligation to respond to his parents' request to sign over the land to his sister. He shreds the paperwork from Alec’s father in front of us. Then he confirms the property is commercially zoned and can be used for a youth center and/or a shelter. He says he’ll file the necessary permits and setup a meeting with The Alliance Center.

“Big day,” I say, standing on the sidewalk, holding Alec’s hand. “Big things for you and TAC.” I use Alec’s nickname for The Alliance Center.

Alec blows out a breath and rakes his hair out of his eyes. “Thanks for coming with me. I appreciate the moral support.”

“I’m excited to be a part of this. It will make a difference in people’s lives. Thank you for sharing it with me.” My statement belongs in a sappy movie, but it’s the truth.

Alec chuckles and lifts his chin to kiss me.

“Get a room,” someone yells. New Yorkers are not shy about voicing their opinions to strangers. It’s jarring, but I’m getting used to it. The first time someone yelled at us, I thought it was homophobic but heterosexuals get the same treatment. New York––where insults and unsolicited opinions are for everyone.

I step back so I don’t make him late.

“I’ll text you after work.

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