the netting and steps away from the window. “This was going to be the best Christmas as well.”
“ Hey, I'm still here, you know.”
“ Yeah, I know. It'll still be the best Christmas, but I wanted it to be perfect.”
“ And it will be.” Love glances up from his desk and smiles.
Since the night they first made love, the motivation unlocked itself from inside his mind. And his imagination has been working in overtime ever since. First, it came piece by piece, but now the floodgates are open. There's no denying Cade is the key to his writing's return.
Or is it down to the pills?
Not only has he got his rough notes and research in order, but he's started a new novel. The genre isn't horror as he loved writing before, but a love story. He didn't think he were capable of such, but onwards and upwards. With a new direction, he finds he cannot remember how he came up with stories of gore and monsters as he did before.
He has based the story around him and Cade, using what his lover told him about his spontaneous outburst in the park that night. And how his feelings have led them to this place now, so full of love and life.
He will finish the final scene before Christmas Eve and, with Cade reading it as he goes, he is hopeful it will be a hit. Cade sure seems to like it, even if he does keep trying to pester him into telling him how it will end. He teases Cade with it, but he honestly doesn't know how it will end yet because he's letting his characters do the work for him. He is praying it'll be a nice ending, but it's looking dubious as it stands.
“ Sorry,” Cade says as he slips his arms over his shoulders and runs his open palms over his chest. “You know what I mean.”
“ I know.” Love drops his head back as he pushes upwards to sneak a kiss.
“Do you r emember when we used to walk near the fields when the sky was purple and the snow hid the grass?”
“ I do. That one year when we walked to the church. and you wore that grey beanie under your parka hood.”
“ Yeah, that was the best day. Obviously it's gone down the ranks with all we've done since, but it was special. You called me an eskimo, do you remember?”
“ Yeah, I rubbed your nose with mine. I was so close to kissing you then. We were standing by the gates by the graveyard.”
“ Why didn't you then?”
Love laughs and glances away with a pink blush spreading over his cheeks. “I chickened out. You kept smiling and touching me and I convinced myself you liked me that way. Then you talked about a guy you liked, so I let it go.”
“ I kept trying to get you to kiss me, so when you didn't, I assumed you weren't interested. I got embarrassed and made a guy up.”
“ Like Alec?”
Cade buries his face into Love's neck and laughs. “That was extreme, I admit.”
“ You dated an imaginary person for a year.”
“We all do crazy things when we're in love and can't be with that person.”
“But that's a bit extreme.”
After the nightmare Loveren had of Cade jumping from the cliff, he admitted to Alec being a fabrication. He said he thought telling him would settle Love's fears of inadequacy.
According to Cade, there was a guy he met who he spoke to about Love. After pulling the guy in a club, Cade stopped it going any further once at his flat. The guy was disappointed, but when he guessed the reason for him stopping, Cade asked for his advice. His advice was to be honest. So, Cade lied. He couldn't remember the guy's name, so invented one for their pretend relationship.
Love should be mad, but he's relieved instead. He realises now he has been trying to match up to phantoms. Sure, they both have pasts, but they cannot change that. None lasted longer than a handful of months, and he and Cade have already gone passed that milestone.
“ You won't let that go, will you? I should have kept it to myself and saved my dignity.”
“ It's fine. It's just an odd way of making someone jealous.”
Cade nips his skin hard enough to
“ Hey, I'm still here, you know.”
“ Yeah, I know. It'll still be the best Christmas, but I wanted it to be perfect.”
“ And it will be.” Love glances up from his desk and smiles.
Since the night they first made love, the motivation unlocked itself from inside his mind. And his imagination has been working in overtime ever since. First, it came piece by piece, but now the floodgates are open. There's no denying Cade is the key to his writing's return.
Or is it down to the pills?
Not only has he got his rough notes and research in order, but he's started a new novel. The genre isn't horror as he loved writing before, but a love story. He didn't think he were capable of such, but onwards and upwards. With a new direction, he finds he cannot remember how he came up with stories of gore and monsters as he did before.
He has based the story around him and Cade, using what his lover told him about his spontaneous outburst in the park that night. And how his feelings have led them to this place now, so full of love and life.
He will finish the final scene before Christmas Eve and, with Cade reading it as he goes, he is hopeful it will be a hit. Cade sure seems to like it, even if he does keep trying to pester him into telling him how it will end. He teases Cade with it, but he honestly doesn't know how it will end yet because he's letting his characters do the work for him. He is praying it'll be a nice ending, but it's looking dubious as it stands.
“ Sorry,” Cade says as he slips his arms over his shoulders and runs his open palms over his chest. “You know what I mean.”
“ I know.” Love drops his head back as he pushes upwards to sneak a kiss.
“Do you r emember when we used to walk near the fields when the sky was purple and the snow hid the grass?”
“ I do. That one year when we walked to the church. and you wore that grey beanie under your parka hood.”
“ Yeah, that was the best day. Obviously it's gone down the ranks with all we've done since, but it was special. You called me an eskimo, do you remember?”
“ Yeah, I rubbed your nose with mine. I was so close to kissing you then. We were standing by the gates by the graveyard.”
“ Why didn't you then?”
Love laughs and glances away with a pink blush spreading over his cheeks. “I chickened out. You kept smiling and touching me and I convinced myself you liked me that way. Then you talked about a guy you liked, so I let it go.”
“ I kept trying to get you to kiss me, so when you didn't, I assumed you weren't interested. I got embarrassed and made a guy up.”
“ Like Alec?”
Cade buries his face into Love's neck and laughs. “That was extreme, I admit.”
“ You dated an imaginary person for a year.”
“We all do crazy things when we're in love and can't be with that person.”
“But that's a bit extreme.”
After the nightmare Loveren had of Cade jumping from the cliff, he admitted to Alec being a fabrication. He said he thought telling him would settle Love's fears of inadequacy.
According to Cade, there was a guy he met who he spoke to about Love. After pulling the guy in a club, Cade stopped it going any further once at his flat. The guy was disappointed, but when he guessed the reason for him stopping, Cade asked for his advice. His advice was to be honest. So, Cade lied. He couldn't remember the guy's name, so invented one for their pretend relationship.
Love should be mad, but he's relieved instead. He realises now he has been trying to match up to phantoms. Sure, they both have pasts, but they cannot change that. None lasted longer than a handful of months, and he and Cade have already gone passed that milestone.
“ You won't let that go, will you? I should have kept it to myself and saved my dignity.”
“ It's fine. It's just an odd way of making someone jealous.”
Cade nips his skin hard enough to
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