Page 44 of Breathe
“Just come claim my body when Real kills me,” Winter murmured, only half joking.
Azrael stared at Winter and shook his head.
“He won’t bother,” Azrael said as Boston took a seat.
“Don’t bet on it,” Winter said with a smirk and walked out of the coffee shop.
“I saw what happened,” Boston said. “What in the world were you thinking by asking Winter out?”
“I wasn’t thinking. I was pissed.”
“What happened?”
Azrael closed his eyes and sighed heavily. He gazed at Boston and took a long swallow of his sweet coffee before he answered.
“We slept together last night.”
“You…ah…okay…”
Azrael smirked slightly at Boston’s stumbling response.
“Yeah, and today he wants to pretend it didn’t happen.”
“He’s a hard one to figure out.” Boston stood. “I’ll be right back.” The other boy approached the counter to place his order.
Azrael thought about what Boston had said. Real was hard to figure out. On the one hand, Azrael would bet his knife, his most prized possession, on the fact that Real wanted him. On the other hand, there was something that was keeping Real from going for it—going for them.
If he could figure that part out, then maybe he could fix it.
Boston came back with an uncovered cup of something that had mounds of whipped cream on the top of it.
“What’s that?”
“Hot chocolate.” Boston wrinkled his nose. “I don’t like coffee.”
Azrael snorted. “You will.”
Boston shrugged and opened his mouth, but they were interrupted by a young good-looking man.
“Can I get your Instagram?” the man asked, holding out his phone to Boston.
Boston blinked at Azrael, then gazed up at the stranger.
Azrael noticed the appreciation in the stranger’s gaze that ran over Boston. His slender friend’s dark curly hair was rich and thick and caught the light. Boston’s build, along with his creamy dark eyes, drew attention wherever they went.
“Keep walking, buddy.”
Azrael snapped his eyes to Rip, who had come up behind the stranger. Rip towered over the guy.
The stranger turned on Rip and gaped.
Azrael almost snickered. Rip was so god damned hot that the stranger was taken aback.
“What about yours?” The stranger switched gears in the face of the gorgeous dark-haired Rip.
“Keep walking, buddy,” Boston snapped at the stranger and stood with the hot chocolate in his hands.
Rip gently closed one hand around both of Boston’s, holding the cup firmly.
