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firmly. “I’m glad I have been able to at least do that. I know a failed relationship can often leave a person feeling inadequate, but believe me, Micah, you are far too special a person to be a victim of low self-esteem. You are a very sweet, witty and caring young man.” His eyes twinkled as he added, “And an extremely accomplished lover.” I blushed at his words but loved hearing them. Boy, no one had ever said anything like that to me before.
Especially Robert.
“Now, I suggest you eat up before all this gets cold. Another beer?”
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“Please.” I tucked into the delicious meal as he got up to bring me a refill for my glass.
“Joseph…I was thinking. Would you like to come to my place tomorrow night? I can fix us something to eat and rent a DVD or something. Or we could just kick back and talk.”
“That would be delightful,” he said, pouring my beer. “But don’t cook anything for me.
I have an early business dinner. I can be with you around eight, if that’s all right?”
“Great! Oh, I almost forgot.” I ran over to the chair where I’d dropped my bomber jacket and retrieved the sunglasses I’d bought him. “Sorry about the cheesy wrapping...”
“What is this?” For a moment, he looked like a little kid as he eagerly tore the paper bag off the case. “Oh, Micah…”
Jeez, was he going to cry?
“That is so very sweet of you.” He put them on and smiled at me.
“You look like a movie star,” I said. “But I prefer looking at your eyes.”
He took off the glasses. His eyes were filled with tears.
“Aw, Joseph…” I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close against me.
“They’re just dumb glasses.”
“I will treasure them forever,” he whispered, his lips on my ear.
“Good luck with that. I can never keep those suckers for more than a couple of weeks!”
His lips took mine in a kiss so softly sensual that, not surprisingly, the great dinner did get very, very cold—but the sex we had was hotter than hot. It was after midnight when I finally told Joseph I had to leave.
“But Tuesday’s my day off,” I told him. “So, if you like, you can stay over tomorrow night.”
“But Tuesday is not my day off,” he said, tapping the tip of my nose with his finger.
“So, I will have to decline that very nice invitation. But…” He smiled at my noises of disappointment. “I reserve the right to accept at a future date.”
“You got it,” I said, moving into his arms and delivering a hot kiss to his lips.
“Micah,” he whispered in my ear then let his lips rest on my throat. I felt a sudden urgency in that movement, and I tightened my arms about him in anticipation of what was to come. Whatever it was did not happen, for he stepped back quickly from our embrace, a strange, haunted look on his face. Then, just as quickly, that look had gone, and he smiled at me as he kissed me goodnight.
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Man, but I could almost swear I had never enjoyed body contact as much as I did with this guy. He’s the best , I told myself.
And I love him .
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Chapter Four
Joseph
I smiled as I closed the door after Micah left. More and more, I could feel our soul-bond grow stronger. I knew he felt it too. I had tried hard not to read his thoughts, sensing he might be alarmed if he realised I really could. He had mentioned it on more than one occasion, but I had played the innocent, making it feel more like a coincidence to him.
Of course, I could not tell him the real reason I would not stay overnight at his apartment. He would no doubt flood the rooms with early morning light—and his gift of sunglasses would not save me from the sun’s rays. That which gave life to almost everything on this planet would bring me, and all those like me, a slow but sure and painful death.
There were times when Micah reminded me of Bernard, the one they had sent to initiate the change
Especially Robert.
“Now, I suggest you eat up before all this gets cold. Another beer?”
DUET IN BLOOD
J.P. Bowie
49
“Please.” I tucked into the delicious meal as he got up to bring me a refill for my glass.
“Joseph…I was thinking. Would you like to come to my place tomorrow night? I can fix us something to eat and rent a DVD or something. Or we could just kick back and talk.”
“That would be delightful,” he said, pouring my beer. “But don’t cook anything for me.
I have an early business dinner. I can be with you around eight, if that’s all right?”
“Great! Oh, I almost forgot.” I ran over to the chair where I’d dropped my bomber jacket and retrieved the sunglasses I’d bought him. “Sorry about the cheesy wrapping...”
“What is this?” For a moment, he looked like a little kid as he eagerly tore the paper bag off the case. “Oh, Micah…”
Jeez, was he going to cry?
“That is so very sweet of you.” He put them on and smiled at me.
“You look like a movie star,” I said. “But I prefer looking at your eyes.”
He took off the glasses. His eyes were filled with tears.
“Aw, Joseph…” I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close against me.
“They’re just dumb glasses.”
“I will treasure them forever,” he whispered, his lips on my ear.
“Good luck with that. I can never keep those suckers for more than a couple of weeks!”
His lips took mine in a kiss so softly sensual that, not surprisingly, the great dinner did get very, very cold—but the sex we had was hotter than hot. It was after midnight when I finally told Joseph I had to leave.
“But Tuesday’s my day off,” I told him. “So, if you like, you can stay over tomorrow night.”
“But Tuesday is not my day off,” he said, tapping the tip of my nose with his finger.
“So, I will have to decline that very nice invitation. But…” He smiled at my noises of disappointment. “I reserve the right to accept at a future date.”
“You got it,” I said, moving into his arms and delivering a hot kiss to his lips.
“Micah,” he whispered in my ear then let his lips rest on my throat. I felt a sudden urgency in that movement, and I tightened my arms about him in anticipation of what was to come. Whatever it was did not happen, for he stepped back quickly from our embrace, a strange, haunted look on his face. Then, just as quickly, that look had gone, and he smiled at me as he kissed me goodnight.
DUET IN BLOOD
J.P. Bowie
50
Man, but I could almost swear I had never enjoyed body contact as much as I did with this guy. He’s the best , I told myself.
And I love him .
DUET IN BLOOD
J.P. Bowie
51
Chapter Four
Joseph
I smiled as I closed the door after Micah left. More and more, I could feel our soul-bond grow stronger. I knew he felt it too. I had tried hard not to read his thoughts, sensing he might be alarmed if he realised I really could. He had mentioned it on more than one occasion, but I had played the innocent, making it feel more like a coincidence to him.
Of course, I could not tell him the real reason I would not stay overnight at his apartment. He would no doubt flood the rooms with early morning light—and his gift of sunglasses would not save me from the sun’s rays. That which gave life to almost everything on this planet would bring me, and all those like me, a slow but sure and painful death.
There were times when Micah reminded me of Bernard, the one they had sent to initiate the change
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