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used Sev? Had he just
been trying to satisfy his gay curiosity, as Sev accused him of? Was that what
had happened between them? Was that what their erotic interlude in his kitchen
had been about?
He released Sev and jerked back and away.
Sev rolled to his side and stilled as if the life had
abruptly drained out of him. "Fuck you, Ari. Fuck you for playing with my
emotions like that." He paused. "Just leave me alone."
Ari couldn't see Sev's face, but he imagined if he could, he
would find nothing but pain and heartache there. Sev's voice sounded so far
away and wretched. And sad. No, not sad. Miserable. Dejected. In utter despair.
"Sev…?"
"I said fuck off." Sev stood up, keeping his back
turned on Ari, but he could just see Sev's face in the mirror. The male looked
miserable, his head hung. "I'm such an idiot." He was shaking his
head, his voice forlorn. "You just used me. You never had any intention of
being with me."
Severin turned and marched to the locker room in silence.
Discussion over.
Arion could only watch him leave. What the hell had just
happened here? He looked down at the mat, at a smear of moisture – Sev's sweat.
He reached out and dabbed it with his fingertips and lifted it to his nose.
Aaaahhhh. Severin. Pure and strong.
His gaze swept back to the locker room and that dull,
throbbing ache awakened in his chest again. He had hurt Sev. Sev thought he had
simply been using him, but that wasn't the case at all. Arion had wanted what
happened six weeks ago. He had never intended to hurt Sev.
But he had. Sev was most definitely in pain.
Shit.
Arion felt about an inch tall, and he needed to get out of
there.
Rubbing his thumb up and down his sternum, trying to ease
the ache, he gathered himself and stood up. With one last look at the locker
room door, he took a deep breath, blew it out, and hurried for the exit.
After rushing down the deserted hall in a fit of emotional
upheaval, he reached the elevators and smacked the up button then looked back
in the direction of the training center. Sev was in there, likely in as big a
mess as he was. Probably wondering where it had all fallen apart. Wondering why
Ari had used him, even though that hadn't been Ari's intention.
Double shit.
He needed to explain. He needed to apologize. He needed to
somehow let Sev know that none of this was his fault. It was Ari's fault. All
of it.
His thumb continued rubbing rhythmically up and down the
center of his chest as the ache deepened. When the elevator door opened, he
stood there for a second. Then he took a step forward. Then stopped. Then
closed his eyes and leaned forward on one outstretched arm pressed against the
wall.
He couldn't leave Sev.
Turning, he let the elevator door close as he began the
hesitant walk back to the training center.
This was crazy. Ari stopped in the middle of the hall. If he
returned to the gym, he knew how things would end up. He wouldn't be able to
hold himself back from Sev. He wanted him. The scent of his sweat still invaded
his nose, and it was a better high than a snort of cobalt could give him.
No, no. He could hold back. He would be able to control
himself. He owed Sev that much. And he owed him an explanation…and an apology.
With purpose, Ari started walking again, holding his head
high and pushing his shoulders back. The ache in his chest diminished as he
neared the gym and opened the door. After stepping inside, he halted abruptly,
his lungs pumping hard. Was he nervous or just keyed up? Was he afraid someone
would see them and figure out what happened? Or was his sudden, erratic
breathing caused by something else? Desire perhaps? Or his struggle not to give
in to temptation and claim Sev's body as he had six weeks ago.
Fucking hells, maybe he should just bolt and do this shit
later.
A sudden jolt of pain hit his chest. No. you need to do
it now. You need to take away Sev's pain, you chicken shit. Suck it up, grow
some balls, go in there, and apologize. Set things
been trying to satisfy his gay curiosity, as Sev accused him of? Was that what
had happened between them? Was that what their erotic interlude in his kitchen
had been about?
He released Sev and jerked back and away.
Sev rolled to his side and stilled as if the life had
abruptly drained out of him. "Fuck you, Ari. Fuck you for playing with my
emotions like that." He paused. "Just leave me alone."
Ari couldn't see Sev's face, but he imagined if he could, he
would find nothing but pain and heartache there. Sev's voice sounded so far
away and wretched. And sad. No, not sad. Miserable. Dejected. In utter despair.
"Sev…?"
"I said fuck off." Sev stood up, keeping his back
turned on Ari, but he could just see Sev's face in the mirror. The male looked
miserable, his head hung. "I'm such an idiot." He was shaking his
head, his voice forlorn. "You just used me. You never had any intention of
being with me."
Severin turned and marched to the locker room in silence.
Discussion over.
Arion could only watch him leave. What the hell had just
happened here? He looked down at the mat, at a smear of moisture – Sev's sweat.
He reached out and dabbed it with his fingertips and lifted it to his nose.
Aaaahhhh. Severin. Pure and strong.
His gaze swept back to the locker room and that dull,
throbbing ache awakened in his chest again. He had hurt Sev. Sev thought he had
simply been using him, but that wasn't the case at all. Arion had wanted what
happened six weeks ago. He had never intended to hurt Sev.
But he had. Sev was most definitely in pain.
Shit.
Arion felt about an inch tall, and he needed to get out of
there.
Rubbing his thumb up and down his sternum, trying to ease
the ache, he gathered himself and stood up. With one last look at the locker
room door, he took a deep breath, blew it out, and hurried for the exit.
After rushing down the deserted hall in a fit of emotional
upheaval, he reached the elevators and smacked the up button then looked back
in the direction of the training center. Sev was in there, likely in as big a
mess as he was. Probably wondering where it had all fallen apart. Wondering why
Ari had used him, even though that hadn't been Ari's intention.
Double shit.
He needed to explain. He needed to apologize. He needed to
somehow let Sev know that none of this was his fault. It was Ari's fault. All
of it.
His thumb continued rubbing rhythmically up and down the
center of his chest as the ache deepened. When the elevator door opened, he
stood there for a second. Then he took a step forward. Then stopped. Then
closed his eyes and leaned forward on one outstretched arm pressed against the
wall.
He couldn't leave Sev.
Turning, he let the elevator door close as he began the
hesitant walk back to the training center.
This was crazy. Ari stopped in the middle of the hall. If he
returned to the gym, he knew how things would end up. He wouldn't be able to
hold himself back from Sev. He wanted him. The scent of his sweat still invaded
his nose, and it was a better high than a snort of cobalt could give him.
No, no. He could hold back. He would be able to control
himself. He owed Sev that much. And he owed him an explanation…and an apology.
With purpose, Ari started walking again, holding his head
high and pushing his shoulders back. The ache in his chest diminished as he
neared the gym and opened the door. After stepping inside, he halted abruptly,
his lungs pumping hard. Was he nervous or just keyed up? Was he afraid someone
would see them and figure out what happened? Or was his sudden, erratic
breathing caused by something else? Desire perhaps? Or his struggle not to give
in to temptation and claim Sev's body as he had six weeks ago.
Fucking hells, maybe he should just bolt and do this shit
later.
A sudden jolt of pain hit his chest. No. you need to do
it now. You need to take away Sev's pain, you chicken shit. Suck it up, grow
some balls, go in there, and apologize. Set things
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