Page 10 of Breathe
Azrael shot Real a glare that was probably lost on the guy since it was dark. He scooted back from the ledge and lifted to his knees on the roof.
Azrael turned to face Real head-on.
The move brought him closer to the bigger man. Much closer than he thought it would. This close, he could see the intensity in Real’s eyes from a street light near the front of the house. Not that the color was clear, but Azrael didn’t need daylight to know how blue-gray those eyes were and how they changed colors in different lightings.
Real had gone still.
Azrael held his breath.
His eyes dropped to Real’s mouth. A muscle twitched in the former soldier’s jaw, and Azrael slowly moved closer.
He licked his lips and Real’s hands settled on his hips, gripping them tightly.
This right here was what Azrael had wanted for so long.
The attraction between them was hot and turned the air between them thick. Azrael’s dick went hard and he parted his lips.
Voices came from below, and Real shoved him away.
Like a dash of cold fucking water, Azrael fell to his ass on the rooftop, his heart breaking. Humiliation heated his skin, making his hands shaky.
Real cleared his throat.
“What? Are you on your way to see your flavor of the fucking day?” Azrael sneered.
He had heard Crow using the term—flavor of the month one time—and now he found it fitting to change it to flavor of the day.
“Can we have a civilized conversation?” Real asked with a deep sigh.
Conversation?
Mortified, his anger burned quick and hot. Azrael pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs.
“No,” Azrael said, he didn’t care that he sounded like a bitch.
“We used to talk about everything under the sun,” Real gruffly reminded him.
The words slapped him in the face.
Rage swept through his gut and sent his heart pounding. White noise filled his ears.
Rather than sit there and listen to whatever the fuck Real wanted to say, Azrael was done.
This right here showed him that Real didn’t want him. How many fucking times was he going to beat himself on this rock?
“The window is there, see yourself out,” he snapped, turning his face away.
“Az…”
The way Real shortened his name had him suddenly leaping to his feet. His heart was bursting with sorrow.
Real stood up and reached a hand out.
And Azrael bolted.
He flew across the top of the roof toward the edge. He didn’t care if Real followed, because he knew the man could never catch him.
Leaping the distance from the roof, he landed like a cat on the eight-foot-high wall that surrounded the property. He didn’t look back before he disappeared over the side and let the darkness swallow him.
