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“I—Yeah?” Whoa. That was… Wow, he’d never thought of it that way.
“There you go,” Silas told him, and Bran nodded.
“If you write, then you’re a writer. Simple as that. Now, what you are is working toward getting paid for your writing, eh?”
“Yes. Well, I’m working on finishing a book first.”
“You’re a writer,” Bran told him, sounding absolutely sure. Silas just grinned.
“Well… okay.” If that made them happy.
Bran patted his thigh. “Be proud of yourself, boy.”
“Oh, I’m not hard on myself, don’t worry.” He was fine.
“Well, have a hot chocolate,” Silas suggested, and Bran handed him one of the mugs, a dozen little marshmallows floating on the top.
“Oh, how fun! I haven’t had marshmallows in years.” He applauded.
“It’s the secret to hot chocolate,” Bran told him, sounding absolutely serious. “That and using a dash of vanilla in with it.”
“Bran makes the best hot chocolate. Even I like it,” Silas noted.
“Well, thank you. I feel spoiled rotten.”
Silas looked pleased at his words. “Then we’re doing something right.”
Bran settled next to him on the couch, putting him in the middle again. Between the two of them and the fire, it was warm, cozy, and the hot chocolate was the cherry on top.
He sipped the cocoa, relaxing, his body melting into the heat.
The guys seemed happy to just sit and drink their cocoa as well, an easy quiet falling over the room broken only by thesound of the fire crackling. It was weird because he’d only just met them, but the silence wasn’t awkward.
In fact, he barely noticed when someone rescued his cocoa mug as he dozed off.
CHAPTER THREE
Bran sipped at his hot chocolate, watching Silas watch Jamie doze. His partner in life was already in love with the boy. He could tell. He was trying not to jump in himself. He could feel the pull, the chemistry ready to light up between the three of them. It wouldn’t take much—just a spark.
Finding boys and taking them in, helping them, that’s what he and Silas did. The dream of course was to have a boy of their own one day, but he was more cynical than Silas. He knew damn well it might never happen, that they might be destined to be a stopping point, a place for boys to heal before moving on to their forever Daddy. And there was nothing wrong with that, it was a noble calling. And they did have each other, so it wasn’t as if they were alone.
Silas caught his eye, and he gave his lover a small smile.But they weren’t whole.The words in his head had Silas’s voice.
He finished his drink and set it down quietly. “We should lie him out and cover him up with a blanket, let him sleep.” It meant a lot, that Jamie felt safe enough to fall asleep between them. Deep inside, the boy knew he was safe here, with them.
Silas nodded. “He’s so tired. You can tell in his eyes.”
“I saw. He feels safe with us.”
“Yeah. So he knows just like we do—he can feel it.”
“Don’t push him, love. We need to woo him.” That’s what you did with a special boy.
“I know. I know. I just feel so drawn to him.” Silas’s dark eyes caught the firelight, sparkling.
“I know. He’s special.” He’d give Silas that. “Which is why we need to go slow, be careful. We have to build trust.” Bran didn’t think this boy trusted much in life, and certainly not people.
They covered him up and headed into the dining area to chat. Silas cuddled into his side, fingers hot against his back.
