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been through, to remember he loved Seth enough to risk his
whole life for their relationship. If there was a God, Seth would believe in
him if he could only get that back.
Please, prove you’re
out there. Bring his memory back.
Chapter 6
“Dom, hold still,” Seth
groaned and grabbed Dom’s chin to hold him in place. Approaching Dom’s face
with scissors was so stressful, Seth’s heart thudded in his chest. The wound
seemed to heal well, and since the swelling was down, it was about time to
remove the ugly blue stitches from Dom’s face. Unfortunately it wasn’t the most
beautiful sight, but Seth would never tell him that. Knowing Dom, he was
already thinking about it too much. There was a mirror in the bathroom, and
even though Seth would have liked to remove it, Domenico would probably
interpret it in the worst way possible. He could be so touchy about his looks.
“I am still,” Dom
said, moving his face again.
Seth sat closer,
watching the wound intensely and trying to find the best way to do it, but it
was high time. They’d been resting in this cabin for two weeks, and with Dom’s
leg getting better as well, Seth knew it was time to move soon. “Does it hurt?”
“Only when I stretch the
skin too much,” Dom muttered, gazing up at Seth with those intense eyes. It was
so strange to feel that gaze while knowing it was nothing but chaste. A lot of
disappointment came with that knowledge.
At least Dom trusted
him. He had to if he let Seth anywhere near his face with scissors. Seth
swallowed and pushed the sharp tip of the scissors under the thread.
Domenico stared straight
at him through the frame of the scissors. It was a dare, a game just like so
many they had played before. Shivers went down Seth’s spine, and the tightening
in his chest was like Dom’s hand clutching his heart.
What if Seth messed up?
What if he got it all wrong, and the wound on Dom’s face opened like a crack in
the ground, leading to the depths of hell? It would be exactly where Seth was
going if he messed up Dom’s beautiful face. Air caught in his throat when
Domenico spoke, making the thread pull on the scissors.
“Why so nervous? I’m not
gonna be a model anyway.”
Seth swallowed. “You
could have been,” he whispered and cut through the first bit of stitching.
There was an air of finality to the sound of the scissors clipping.
Dom’s eyes were so
bright and alert, and yet Seth could see a slight fog over their amber color.
“I could have. Too late for a change of career.”
“You could be a hand
model,” Seth suggested with a smile, but kept his hands steady as he slowly cut
through the rows of stitches. He’d die and kill for this man, and he sure as
hell didn’t want to hurt him further.
“My hands are shit,” Dom
said, and his fingers briefly danced over Seth’s free forearm. They were rough,
with calluses and weird fingertips. Seth remembered complaining about how they
felt, and it seemed like a lifetime ago. He’d never want different fingers all
over himself again.
“Oh. There’s that. You
told me you fucked up on a job when you were younger and had to get your
fingerprints messed up.” Seth fought the urge to kiss the bridge of Dom’s nose
when he was done with the stitches. He’d done an all right job, all things
considered. The scar was still red, twisted, and ugly, but even that couldn’t
erase Dom’s handsome features.
“Kinda hot.”
“I’d say so,” Seth said
with a snort. “This might hurt,” he warned before pulling out the first bit of
the stitching.
Dom closed his eyes,
patiently waiting for the whole process to end. His breath tickled Seth’s skin
in a completely inappropriate way. The last two weeks with Dom had been a
mixture of bonding, sweetness, and torture. In the most desperately arousing
moments, Seth would go out to chop wood for the fire, and take care of his own
wood.
Seth disinfected the
whole wound after he was done and got the gauze dressing
whole life for their relationship. If there was a God, Seth would believe in
him if he could only get that back.
Please, prove you’re
out there. Bring his memory back.
Chapter 6
“Dom, hold still,” Seth
groaned and grabbed Dom’s chin to hold him in place. Approaching Dom’s face
with scissors was so stressful, Seth’s heart thudded in his chest. The wound
seemed to heal well, and since the swelling was down, it was about time to
remove the ugly blue stitches from Dom’s face. Unfortunately it wasn’t the most
beautiful sight, but Seth would never tell him that. Knowing Dom, he was
already thinking about it too much. There was a mirror in the bathroom, and
even though Seth would have liked to remove it, Domenico would probably
interpret it in the worst way possible. He could be so touchy about his looks.
“I am still,” Dom
said, moving his face again.
Seth sat closer,
watching the wound intensely and trying to find the best way to do it, but it
was high time. They’d been resting in this cabin for two weeks, and with Dom’s
leg getting better as well, Seth knew it was time to move soon. “Does it hurt?”
“Only when I stretch the
skin too much,” Dom muttered, gazing up at Seth with those intense eyes. It was
so strange to feel that gaze while knowing it was nothing but chaste. A lot of
disappointment came with that knowledge.
At least Dom trusted
him. He had to if he let Seth anywhere near his face with scissors. Seth
swallowed and pushed the sharp tip of the scissors under the thread.
Domenico stared straight
at him through the frame of the scissors. It was a dare, a game just like so
many they had played before. Shivers went down Seth’s spine, and the tightening
in his chest was like Dom’s hand clutching his heart.
What if Seth messed up?
What if he got it all wrong, and the wound on Dom’s face opened like a crack in
the ground, leading to the depths of hell? It would be exactly where Seth was
going if he messed up Dom’s beautiful face. Air caught in his throat when
Domenico spoke, making the thread pull on the scissors.
“Why so nervous? I’m not
gonna be a model anyway.”
Seth swallowed. “You
could have been,” he whispered and cut through the first bit of stitching.
There was an air of finality to the sound of the scissors clipping.
Dom’s eyes were so
bright and alert, and yet Seth could see a slight fog over their amber color.
“I could have. Too late for a change of career.”
“You could be a hand
model,” Seth suggested with a smile, but kept his hands steady as he slowly cut
through the rows of stitches. He’d die and kill for this man, and he sure as
hell didn’t want to hurt him further.
“My hands are shit,” Dom
said, and his fingers briefly danced over Seth’s free forearm. They were rough,
with calluses and weird fingertips. Seth remembered complaining about how they
felt, and it seemed like a lifetime ago. He’d never want different fingers all
over himself again.
“Oh. There’s that. You
told me you fucked up on a job when you were younger and had to get your
fingerprints messed up.” Seth fought the urge to kiss the bridge of Dom’s nose
when he was done with the stitches. He’d done an all right job, all things
considered. The scar was still red, twisted, and ugly, but even that couldn’t
erase Dom’s handsome features.
“Kinda hot.”
“I’d say so,” Seth said
with a snort. “This might hurt,” he warned before pulling out the first bit of
the stitching.
Dom closed his eyes,
patiently waiting for the whole process to end. His breath tickled Seth’s skin
in a completely inappropriate way. The last two weeks with Dom had been a
mixture of bonding, sweetness, and torture. In the most desperately arousing
moments, Seth would go out to chop wood for the fire, and take care of his own
wood.
Seth disinfected the
whole wound after he was done and got the gauze dressing
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