Page 58 of Breathe
A key card beeped at the door, and Real stepped inside, letting the heavy door swing shut.
“That’s my cue, I’m back to my man,” Rebel said, scooting off the other bed. He gave Azrael a jaunty wave and slid past Real to the door.
“Thanks, Rebel,” Real said, and the younger man nodded before walking out.
The silence in the room rang in Azrael’s ears. He wanted to say something, anything, but what was there left to say?
He didn’t want to talk about the job he’d fucked up. He didn’t want to rage at Real to stop treating him like a kid.
But mostly, he didn’t want to talk about the way he’d given himself to Real only to have the man walk away.
All of that was embarrassing.
“I can go back to my own room,” Azrael said, lifting the comforter from his lap.
“No, you can’t. This is the only room left other than the one Dave’s in. I told him to save the money.”
“But what about the guys? Don’t they need rooms?”
“They have rented somewhere other than the Hyatt House. This hotel is for family members of patients at the hospital.”
“Oh.”
The whole conversation felt stilted to him, and Azrael grew increasingly uncomfortable. Then he forgot to breathe when Real walked over and sat down on the edge of his bed just beside him. He could feel the pressure of the man’s thigh through the comforter against his leg.
“Did you kill Micky?”
“No, he got away.” Real shook his head slightly. “How are you feeling?”
The man changed the subject before he could drill him with questions.
Azrael scowled. “I’m fine.”
“How’s the head?” Real stretched out one hand toward his head, but Azrael jerked just out of reach.
Their eyes met, clashed, and held. Real’s gaze turned irritated.
Azrael didn’t give a shit…he had to hold onto his glare and anger because if he let it go, then he would crawl into Real’s lap and try to take his cock deep. He would break down, and if he did that, it would probably break him when Real walked away again.
And his warriorwouldwalk away. Of that, he had no doubts. They hadn’t settled anything between them, so there wasn’t any reason to stay.
Perhaps now was the time to bring up the hero worship?
Real’s gray-blue eyes glittered in the dim lighting, and the man again reached a hand out toward his hair.
This time, Azrael knocked it away, and he wasn’t gentle about it.
“Don’t fucking touch me.”
There! That should nip this shit right now.
Real’s eyes changed from irritated to stunned.
Azrael swallowed and tipped his chin up, keeping his anger-filled eyes on Real.
He should have known that Real wouldn’t back down, but he was unprepared when Real caught the back of his neck and lifted him up and out of the covers like he was a doll.
Not that he minded being manhandled. But now… it was the principle of the thing.
