he’d known from the beginning. He didn’t belong in Chay’s world.
Somehow, after meeting Chay’s parents, he’d kidded himself into thinking everything would be smooth sailing assuming Chay could get over the whole “gay thing”. Which was stupid on several counts. Number one, he actually cared about Chay. Chay was a good person, no way was he willing to watch the man’s life go to shit because of him. Number two, Chay would be miserable being an outcast from his friends and family.
Unlike Keaton, the man was a social being, he liked people. Number three, hell, number three didn’t really matter, because number one and number two made Keaton change his mind.
“Bit, I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into Remi tonight. He’s not usually so…obnoxious.”
Keaton sighed. Damn, he was going to miss Chay calling him Bit.
How screwed up was that? “Don’t worry about it, Chay.”
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The truck stopped next to Keaton’s car. “How about tomorrow we just get something to eat here and watch the documentary you recorded?”
He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the window. It would be easy to agree to a date and not be here tomorrow when Chay got here, but he wasn’t a coward. “No. I don’t think that is a good idea.”
He looked at Chay. “This isn’t working, Chay. We need to move on.”
“What? No fucking way, Bit. You are not going to brush me off because my friend was an asshole to you.”
Why couldn’t this be easy? Keaton should have known any mate destined to be his would be his equal when it came to being stubborn.
Then again, he’d have thought his mate would be gay too. “Chay, I’m not going to argue with you about this. I don’t want to see you again.
Goodbye.” He got out of the truck and didn’t turn back. He made it all the way into his apartment and leaned against the door before he started questioning his decision.
He hoped like hell he was doing the right thing, because damn if his heart didn’t ache. He barely knew Chay but the thought of never seeing him again cut like a knife.
Keaton slid down the door and pulled his knees up, resting his head on them. Why did everything in his screwed-up life have to be complicated? Why couldn’t Chay have been gay? Why did he have to care for the man after such a short time? God, his chest hurt…bad. His nose was stopped up making it hard to breathe and his stupid eyes were blurry.
Fuck. He was actually crying.
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truck and stormed up the steps to Keaton’s apartment. He didn’t even bother knocking. He knew Bit could hear him, smell him. “Keaton, open the damned door.”
The locks clicked then the door flew open. Bit’s frowning face appeared in the crack of the door. “Why are you still here?”
Were Bit’s eyes red? Did he smell tears? Chay pushed him back and walked into the apartment. “Because my mate is throwing a temper tantrum.”
“What?” Bit shut the door, spun around and leaned against it. “I am not throwing a temper tantrum. Damn it, Chay. Can’t you get it through your thick head… You don’t want me.”
“What? You don’t have any clue what I want. You may be a goddamned genius, Dr. Reynolds, but you don’t know everything. Why don’t you get that through your thick head.” He grabbed two handfuls of those glorious platinum curls and pulled Bit’s face up to his. He was a little rougher than he should be, but he felt entitled. He was pissed. He slanted his mouth down over Bit’s. His tongue plunged in, seizing Keaton’s mouth, staking his claim. Let Bit digest that.
Surprisingly, Bit kissed back. He clutched Chay’s forearms and made this sweet little whimpering sound that
Somehow, after meeting Chay’s parents, he’d kidded himself into thinking everything would be smooth sailing assuming Chay could get over the whole “gay thing”. Which was stupid on several counts. Number one, he actually cared about Chay. Chay was a good person, no way was he willing to watch the man’s life go to shit because of him. Number two, Chay would be miserable being an outcast from his friends and family.
Unlike Keaton, the man was a social being, he liked people. Number three, hell, number three didn’t really matter, because number one and number two made Keaton change his mind.
“Bit, I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into Remi tonight. He’s not usually so…obnoxious.”
Keaton sighed. Damn, he was going to miss Chay calling him Bit.
How screwed up was that? “Don’t worry about it, Chay.”
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The truck stopped next to Keaton’s car. “How about tomorrow we just get something to eat here and watch the documentary you recorded?”
He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the window. It would be easy to agree to a date and not be here tomorrow when Chay got here, but he wasn’t a coward. “No. I don’t think that is a good idea.”
He looked at Chay. “This isn’t working, Chay. We need to move on.”
“What? No fucking way, Bit. You are not going to brush me off because my friend was an asshole to you.”
Why couldn’t this be easy? Keaton should have known any mate destined to be his would be his equal when it came to being stubborn.
Then again, he’d have thought his mate would be gay too. “Chay, I’m not going to argue with you about this. I don’t want to see you again.
Goodbye.” He got out of the truck and didn’t turn back. He made it all the way into his apartment and leaned against the door before he started questioning his decision.
He hoped like hell he was doing the right thing, because damn if his heart didn’t ache. He barely knew Chay but the thought of never seeing him again cut like a knife.
Keaton slid down the door and pulled his knees up, resting his head on them. Why did everything in his screwed-up life have to be complicated? Why couldn’t Chay have been gay? Why did he have to care for the man after such a short time? God, his chest hurt…bad. His nose was stopped up making it hard to breathe and his stupid eyes were blurry.
Fuck. He was actually crying.
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truck and stormed up the steps to Keaton’s apartment. He didn’t even bother knocking. He knew Bit could hear him, smell him. “Keaton, open the damned door.”
The locks clicked then the door flew open. Bit’s frowning face appeared in the crack of the door. “Why are you still here?”
Were Bit’s eyes red? Did he smell tears? Chay pushed him back and walked into the apartment. “Because my mate is throwing a temper tantrum.”
“What?” Bit shut the door, spun around and leaned against it. “I am not throwing a temper tantrum. Damn it, Chay. Can’t you get it through your thick head… You don’t want me.”
“What? You don’t have any clue what I want. You may be a goddamned genius, Dr. Reynolds, but you don’t know everything. Why don’t you get that through your thick head.” He grabbed two handfuls of those glorious platinum curls and pulled Bit’s face up to his. He was a little rougher than he should be, but he felt entitled. He was pissed. He slanted his mouth down over Bit’s. His tongue plunged in, seizing Keaton’s mouth, staking his claim. Let Bit digest that.
Surprisingly, Bit kissed back. He clutched Chay’s forearms and made this sweet little whimpering sound that
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