Page 66 of Sunflower

My eyes widened at the blond’s words. They were the exact ones the Agent had said to me earlier.

The Agent realized the same time I did and fell back even further; his jaw dropped in horror. “What…? How?!”

This time the strange but beautiful men let him go; the serene smile on the blond’s face turning serious while the brunet’s hand fell easily away from the Agent’s lapel, his pleasant smile becoming remarkably cold and eerie as he tilted his head to the side and stared unblinkingly into the Agent’s eyes.

All the color in the Agent’s face drained in an instant, and without another word, he tore his eyes away from the brunet and fled like his ass was on fire.

We all watched him run through the parked cars until he was a speck in the distance, swallowed from sight by other shoppers. Only once I couldn’t see him anymore did I turn to the two magnificent men still standing in front of me.

Letting out a deep breath, the brunet shook his arms like he was releasing a bunch of nervous tension. “That was fun,” he said, his voice completely different from how it sounded earlier. Where before he’d sounded like the stereotypical gay twink model, now he sounded like an everyday white-collar worker, more at ease and entirely natural. There’d been no hint of an accent when he’d spoken to the Agent, but now there was a tiny inflection of something to his words, like he’d shed the façade he’d had on so he could fully relax. He turned on his heel, first to grin cheekily at his blond colleague, still standing in front of us with his fist against his chest, then to me, still sitting on the edge of the park bench wondering what the fuck had just happened. Laughing, he clapped his hands together, then patted his colleague on the shoulder as he happily skipped past him and over to the park bench to take a seat next to me on my left. Helooked lovingly at his friend before he said, “We really should get out more, my love.”

“Yes, it’s been far too long, hasn’t it?” the still serious blond responded distractedly before he finally dragged his eyes away from where the Agent had run off to, only to meet the brunet’s gaze and smile broadly. Just like his friend, his speech patterns had changed. Where once there was no accent, now there was a hint of one that I couldn’t place, no matter how hard I thought about it. As I watched, his body visibly relaxed as well, somehow growing slightly taller as each limb lost its tension. His hand at his chest dropped, but the fist didn’t loosen.

As if he could feel my eyes on him, the blond reluctantly dragged his eyes from his partner’s and turned enough to give me a cheeky grin. “Hello there,” he said easily, stepping forward to kneel on one knee in front of me. “It appears that I have something you’ll need tonight.”

Beyond confused, I felt my eyebrows bunch up. “What?” It sounded like I was asking what he had for me, but in reality, I was actually asking what the hell was going on.

Like he knew what I was thinking, he chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. With the hand that wasn’t still in a fist, he slowly reached forward for one of my hands and turned it over. Carefully, he opened his fist above my open palm and several strands of hair fell onto the black glove I was still wearing, catching in the woolen pilling.

They were the same color as the Agent’s hair.

“Why…?” I trailed off, wondering if it wouldn’t just be simpler to go with the flow after such a mind fuck of a day. My other hand was picked up gently by the brunet sitting next to me, forcing my puzzled attention away from the blond.

His slate-colored eyes bore into mine as he enveloped my hand in both of his, patting it twice before he settled.“Sometimes it’s best not to think too hard about it. Sometimes you just need to let things play out and not wonder about why.”

“Or about how,” the blond continued, easing my glove off and turning it inside out so the hair he’d plucked from the Agent’s head wouldn’t be lost. He balled the glove up and placed it back in my palm and curled my fingers over it until I held it secure. “There. This will get you what you need.”

I stared at my glove, then raised my eyes to look first at the brunet to my left, then the blond in front of me.

Vibrant light blue eyes met mine in understanding, so vibrant that they nearly glowed.

“Who are you?” I asked in fascination, my words barely audible. There was something about these men that had me awestruck. I wasn’t the type to fawn over beautiful people, but these two had me reconsidering that fact.

The blond grinned cheekily at me and winked as he stood up. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me?” I tilted my head up and back to keep sight of his eyes. I felt the brunet pat my hand once more before he, too, stood and leaned against the blond’s shoulder.

“Go on, give him a hint,” the brunet said, standing on his tiptoes to kiss the blond on the corner of his lips. “He’s been open and accepting of it all so far.”

The blond kept his calculating eyes locked on mine as he turned his head to the brunet, his hand lifting to thread his fingers through his partner’s long brown locks and drawing him in to kiss him more fully on the lips.

Unable to look away as the kiss turned filthy, I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. It was only a kiss, but it honestly felt like I was watching live-action porn, where one participant was staring at the viewer to see how uncomfortable they could make them. My pants tightened at the free show, but all I could think about was Callum.

The brunet moaned once in delight at the heated kiss, then again in slight disappointment when the blond pulled away. Sighing contentedly, he wound his arm around the blond’s waist and leaned into him, a look of pure adoration on his face as he gazed at his lover. “Please?”

Finally, the blond broke my eye contact to peer down at the brunet, smiling warmly before he chastely pressed their lips together quickly. “Only because his heart is pure.”

The brunet rocked on his toes as a wide smile grew over his face. “I told you it would be.” Holding him close, he clutched at the blond’s shirt and preened as he looked back over his shoulder at me. “I knew you would be.”

My eyebrows raised at their antics and their words. What the ever-loving fuck was going on?

The blond chuckled again, once more making me wonder if he could hear my thoughts. “When you give them the hair tonight, tell George that Polo and Cinthy say hi.”

I blinked. What?

No, seriously.

What??

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