Page 19 of My Saintly Demon

"I trust him. I'm going to call."

On the second ring, Mike picks up.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mike? My name is Dave, and my dad gave me your number. He said I should call you if I ever need anything."

"And who's your dad, Dave?"

"Uh, Faustus."

"Ah, well, I'm at your service. What do you need?"

"A safe place to stay. And I have a friend."

I dart a glance at Charles. His eyes are closed, but I know he's listening. He's a friend, though. I mean, what else can he be?

"Is the friend a priest named Charles by chance?"

"Uh, yes."

"I'm going to text you an address. Drive there and park at the carport on the side. Wait until you hear from me before going in."

He ends the call and a moment later, my phone buzzes with an address. Charles turns to me.

"So? What's the new plan since I completely failed at mine."

"I have an address and he's meeting us there. I'm assuming it's safe, and he already knew I was with you."

He turns the key, and I enter the address into his GPS.

"It says it's a forty-five minute drive. Would you mind stopping for food somewhere first?"

"Yeah, I could eat. Do you care where?"

"What's your favourite?"

When Charles smiles, he's truly a beautiful man. It transforms his serious face into one that's boyish and full of easy going charm.

"There's this place called The Burger Barn. They have the best burgers ever. I haven't been for ages. Do you like fries? I'll share one with you."

"That sounds perfect. I love fries!” I really do. I’m likely far too excited for us to enjoy a dinner together. We have to eat after all. But I can’t stop the next question before it rolls off my tongue. “Is it considered a date if we share food?"

His smile drops and I wish I hadn’t said it.

"I'd rather not label it anything. We're just… it's just eating burgers. Nothing more than that. Just because you've already seen me naked covered in cum doesn't mean dates have to happen. Let's just… be casual."

I let his words steep in my brain. His fingers flex and unflex on the steering wheel, and I'm smart enough to notice this isn't about me and my choice of words. I shouldn't even care.

Yet my fingers itch to turn his face to me and tell him he's mine. Call it fate or karma or whatever else. We're likely stuck together for eternity. Or however long he lives, at least. Charles holds the key for me to find myself. It stings for him to push me away so fast.

Yeah, I watched him jerk himself and yes; I had my cock in his throat already. But maybe I’m a backward old-fashioned idiot. I just want to date the guy and get to know him better.

"Yeah, sure. Casual burgers. I'm fine with that."

I’m not really fine, but I’ll make it work.

He nods, and the silence hangs in the SUV. It's suffocating and I can’t stay quiet.

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