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I guess I hit some sort of slump there. It's not that I haven't been writing, just, I guess I haven't been writing short stories to post here, and that's a shame. Also, it changes today, as I have something new for you all to read. As you know, I thrive on feedback - we all do, let's not kid ourselves - and so please, let me know what you think, good and bad.

I'd like to note here that I asked a friend from DII to read this over for me, and I never heard back, which is fine. I know what it's like to get buried under real life. I just wanted to get this off my plate. I feel like it's not completely finished until I put it out there, so I decided not to wait on her any more. This is not to say I don't want her feedback, I do, and I will still welcome it and take it into consideration, but in case she was feeling pressure to get back to me, don't, hon. It's fine. Or do, if you feel like it, I'm always open.

ok. Enough preamble.

Title: Better
Authordontkickmycane
Genre Contemporary romance, short(ish) fiction (14,000 words aprx.)
Warnings: Angst (Surprise! - oh.'K, not really) reference to abuse and assault, but nothing at all graphic.
Summary: Jesse has had a rough time with love; maybe too rough to take another chance, but when Aadon comes along, he thinks maybe there's hope. When the past comes calling, Jesse has to decide just what it is he wants now, and whether or not he's as close to recovery as he thought.



“His name is Aadon.” Sarah leaned close and whispered the information in Jesse’s ear.

He shifted his shoulders in the unconscious gesture of shrugging off her nearness. In the close, quiet confines of the library’s take-out counter, her breath on his neck was unwelcome.

She settled back on one of the high stools lining the other side of the counter, but he could still feel her eyes on him. “You’re staring.”

“Shhh.” He frowned at her and went back to sorting books, dropping them onto the shelves of his cart with thumps that carried enough to make a few heads rise in irritation.

She only grinned. “And drooling.”

Jesse scowled at her more fiercely. “Shhh!”

“I’m just saying.”

“Well, who wouldn’t drool?” he admitted finally. “Look at him.” The man in question sat in the nearest cubicle along the wall, his back to the sea of heavy wooden tables stretched down the center of the room.

“I would.” She shrugged and her attention went back to the book she had spread open on the counter in front of her. “But I hear he’s gay as a hatter.”

“That’s mad as a hatter.”

“Whatever.” But she grinned down at her text. She was probably thinking he hadn’t shown interest in anyone in too long. She was right. He hadn’t.

The next half hour he spent watching the blonde’s head bent over his books and the big, sure hands taking notes and drinking coffee from a paper cup. The soft mummer of voices from the tables and the background hum of the old fluorescent lights made him feel at home.

“Well, Sweetie, I have to run.” Sarah slapped her book closed but all the muffling wood and carpet and the low ceiling above their heads swallowed up the sound. She scooped it off the counter and rose up onto the rungs of her perch. “I’ll see you when you get off?” Jesse nodded. “Hello?” Sarah’s fingers snapped at him, and he turned to receive the hug she leaned over the counter to deliver. “You need to come back to earth, Jess.” He blinked at her. “He’s too much. Probably sleeps with anything that moves.”

“Don’t judge. You don’t know him.” His eyes drifted back to the big man’s back.

“Neither do you.” She pulled his head around by the chin until he was facing her. “And I’m here to tell you, even if he was perfect, you don’t have the guts.”

She was probably right. Jesse stuck his tongue out at her anyway. “Says you.” She only grinned at him, tapped his cheek affectionately, and hurried out of the library.

He turned back to look at the object of discussion, only to find deep blue eyes turned on him. Had they been talking too loud? Had he heard them discussing him? He swallowed the sudden, quivering lump in his throat and nodded slightly. Aadon smiled at him, baring teeth and showing dimples, and the lump was back.

“Excuse me?”

A book shushed across the counter and Jesse whirled. A man stood where Sarah had a moment before. Freckles cascaded down his nose, across his cheeks and down his bare arms, even sprinkled across the backs of his hands as he spread an array of books in front of him. “Can I sign these out please?”

Heat rose up to Jesse’s cheeks at being caught so obviously spellbound by a stranger, but the man just smiled. “Don’t worry about it.” He pushed a thatch of red hair out of his eyes. “He’s worth looking at. My girlfriend is in his ethics class, and she barely takes a note.” Jesse laughed. “I’d be jealous if I didn’t know he’s firmly in your camp.”

“Am I that obvious?” Trying to hide the blush behind the plastic rim of his coffee cup, Jesse sipped at the cold brew inside and picked up one of the books.

“Let’s just say Aadon and I go back a long way, and he hasn’t fallen for a straight guy since we were thirteen and he tried to get me to pull his taffy.”

Jesse almost snorted coffee out his nose. “Pull his taffy? That’s one I haven’t heard before.”

The man grinned at him and held out his hand. “I’m Leo, by the way.”

Jesse shook his hand, noticing heavy calluses on his palms and his firm grip. “Jesse.”

“Oh, I know.”

Jesse blinked in surprise. “You do?”

Leo smiled, and Jesse found the expression less than comforting. “I do.” He nodded his head at Aadon’s back. “He’s had you under observation for a while now.”

Again Jesse blinked. “He has?”

“You sound surprised.”

“Why wouldn’t I? Look at him. We’re not exactly in the same league.”

Leo flicked his eyes from Jesse’s face down his body and back up again. “I don’t know what league you think you’re in, but I assure you, even I can see what Aadon sees, so I would hardly count myself out of the game if I were you. Besides, you have that whole mysterious never-seen-with-a-boyfriend thing going for you, which is plenty to catch Aadon’s attention all by itself.”

Jesse’s breath caught. How did they know he didn’t have a boyfriend?

But Leo shrugged and backed away from the counter, loaded down with books and with a slight grin on his face. “All I know? I plan on seeing a lot more of you before the semester’s out.”

With that he was gone, leaving Jesse to watch the door swing closed and wonder what he meant by it.

Jesse turned his attention back to his stack of returns and began signing them in. For a while, he lost himself in his thoughts, the rhythmic beeping of the bar scanner and the motion of opening, scanning, closing and stacking the books. When he thought to look back to where Aadon was sitting, the blond man was gone, only a neat pile of books left on the corner of the table.

Sighing, Jesse went to pick them up, reading the spines as he wandered back behind the counter. They were books on the history of the judicial system, mostly. That meant Aadon was pre-law. Again Jesse sighed, because Sarah had been right. Aadon was way out of his league.

“How ‘bout a little service here?”

The question, spoken in a soft, teasing tone, made Jesse looked up to see Aadon’s indigo-coloured eyes smiling at him. Hastily, he dumped his armload of books on the cart and approached the counter, only to be cut off by his boss’s grim frown and the Old Battle Axe herself taking up a position in front of the sign out computer.

“Hello, Aadon. I see you’ve taken to studying on weekends too, then? This is the third weekend in a row you’ve come in. I thought you were strictly a weeknight researcher.”

“Unlike you, Miss Crandall, I need my beauty sleep.” He nodded in Jesse’s direction. “I see you have new help.”

Crandall barely acknowledged the flippant flattery, or Jesse. “He’s coming along, I suppose.”

She opened each of Aadon’s books, scanning them one at a time, not taking her eyes from the bar codes except to glance at the computer screen to her right.

“Well.” Aadon looked at Jesse and smiled. “The place has a completely different atmosphere on weekends. I like it.”

Jesse felt his face heat up even as he watched Crandall turn her sharp, pinch-lipped smile on Aadon.

“Suit yourself.” She handed him the books. “Odds are you’ll be in here every day before long. You’ve chosen a hard row to hoe.”

The smile Aadon returned the old librarian was nothing but charm and sweetness. “I think I will manage, Miss Crandall. After all, I have your wonderful establishment to help me along.” He winked at her, picked up his armload of books, turned and sauntered out the door.

“That boy,” Crandall muttered, even as Jesse was watching his hips dip and slant out of the building. “You have to watch a boy like that, Jesse.”

Jesse hid a smile behind a ducked head and his long black bangs.

“You have to be careful around boys like that. You never know what they are after.”

Jesse was fairly certain he knew what Aadon was after, but said nothing.

“Boys like that.”

She continued to mutter as she wandered off into the stacks, pushing the cart of returns ready for reshelving. Jesse wanted to stick his tongue out at her back. It was a childish and useless gesture. People like her never cared to change their attitudes. He wanted to tell her, every time she commented--he was a boy like that. But he needed this job. His rent was already overdue, and his hours were sketchy to begin with. There was no point alienating the old bat. He just waved away the lingering stench of her perfume and pulled another cart of returns over to the computer.


That week, Jesse got more studying done than he had in the entire previous semester. He went every night, books under his arm for cover, but never saw Aadon once. It meant he knew what he was doing Friday on his Anthro test, but not even catching a glimpse of Aadon disappointed him just the same.

On Saturday, rather than getting up, shaving, showering and dressing practically on his way out the door, late for work, he was up just past dawn. He did shave and shower, then spent the next half hour staring at the contents of his closet in dismay. He had to pick something, though. He couldn’t show up with a threadbare Eyore towel wrapped around his waist, so he pulled on black jeans and a Death Cab t-shirt, decided the dark tones were too stark against his pale skin, and reached for the blue jeans and a cotton sweater that was the exact right golden brown to match his eyes. Then he spent an hour on his hair, wet it down twice, and it was wet again when Sarah knocked and let herself into his apartment.

“What are you doing?” She watched from the doorway, peering over the pink ceramic rim of her coffee mug, as he fussed.

“Getting ready for work, what does it look like?”

“It looks like you’re having a nervous breakdown.” She came into the room and sat down behind him.

His shoulders slumped, and he let the hairbrush clatter into the sink.

“I am.”

“Stop trying so hard, Sweetie. You’re fine. He’s been watching for a month now, and you never did anything special to attract his attention.”

Jesse peered at her through the mirror. “You sure? I look ok?”

“You look fine.” She stood from her perch on the edge of the tub and pulled the hair out of his face. “You look perfect.”

“OK.” With a deep breath, he left the bathroom and went to the door, pulling on his sneakers and grabbing his bag. “Let’s go.”

She stood just outside the bathroom door.

“What?” he demanded the door already pulled half open.

“You’re not really going to wear those shoes, are you?”

“Umm,” he looked down at his feet. “No?”

“No.”

She pushed the mug into his hand and left him standing there while she disappeared into his room. He heard the sound of his closet door scraping open, and her rummaging in the bottom, then she came back with a pair of brown loafers he’d forgotten he owned. “Put these on.”

“They’re dress shoes.”

“And they’ll look killer with that outfit.” He tilted his head, unconvinced. “Trust me.”

“Fine, fine.” He toed off the sneakers and replaced them with the dress shoes. The polished leather poking out from under his jean cuffs looked smart.

“See? Auntie Sarah knows what she’s talking about.”

Jesse nodded. “So she does.” He shot her a grateful smile. “Thanks.”

“You know me.” She took back the mug. “Always willing to help you get yourself out there.” His smile thinned a little with the realization he was actively trying to get another man’s attention and her left eye narrowed a tiny fraction. “Listen, honey, it’s not going to be like last time.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Any more than you know it will be. You have to at least try, don’t you?”

He nodded. She was right. It was time to try again. It wouldn’t be like last time. He shuddered at the memory. Nothing could be as bad as last time.

Jesse waited and watched all day. No Aadon. Maybe he had lost interest after all. He spent the last hour re-shelving books in the stacks and feeling sorry for himself and his blistered feet. He had pushed the last book on Chinese history back into its place when he heard the door open. He glanced at his watch.

“You’d better know what you want,” he called. “I’m closing up in ten minutes.” He didn’t really care if he sounded irritable. He felt irritable. He’d skipped his lunch break, worried Aadon would come and go while he was out eating, so not only was he hungry, but he felt like an idiot as well, just for caring that much whether or not he saw the man again.

“Oh, I have a pretty good idea what I’m after.” Jesse froze. He’d heard Aadon speak just that once, to the librarian, but it was impossible not to remember the buttery smooth voice.

“I, um.” Jess wiped suddenly sweaty palms down his jeans and turned. Aadon leaned against the end of the stack, arms folded across his chest, a wide smile making his eyes crinkle and his teeth show. “Well, maybe I can help--”

“Not interested in books.” Aadon pushed himself upright and glanced at his own wristwatch. “Ten minutes, you say. You hungry?”

“I, uh.” Jesse swallowed and nodded. “I could eat.” He was nervous. He shouldn’t be this nervous. After all, he didn’t even know this guy. They might turn out to have nothing in common. Aadon might be just a pretty face who couldn’t hold Jesse’s attention or interest for more than the time it took to eat one meal.

“Ok, then.” Aadon pushed his shirtsleeves up. “We can go to the pub on campus.”

Jesse’s nose turned up automatically. “The only food they have there that isn’t meat has been soaking in a vat of grease since noon.” He pushed the cart past Aadon to the counter and let it thud against the far wall of the small workspace.

“No deep-fried food, no meat. Got it.”

“I’m not a health nut, or anything,” Jesse hastily pointed out.

Aadon held up a hand. “Not to worry. My eating habits suck, I know that, but I grew up on Greek cooking. It’s a hard habit to break.”

“So I guess the Greek place down the street that serves a killer veggie dish is out then.”

“If it’s not Mama’s I won’t touch it. Spoiled, I guess.”

“Fair enough.”

Jesse tried to think where else they might go that they would both find something on the menu to satisfy them.

“I know a place,” Aadon suggested, just before the silence grew awkward. Jesse had no idea if he really did, or if he was just jumping into the gap to fill it.

“Ok.”

Jesse turned off the computers and fished his bag out from under the desk. He shoved a few things into it, took out his keys and wallet and put it back. He might as well travel light. After all, this was only dinner, and it was Saturday night. He’d studied enough that week that one night off wouldn’t hurt anything. He nodded Aadon out the door, turned off the lights and the soothing hum they made, and followed him after setting the alarm.

“So,” Jesse rattled his keys. “Your car or mine? I should warn you, though, mine is just short of a death trap.” He fervently hoped Aadon would choose to let Jesse drive.

“We can walk, if you’d prefer.”

Did Jesse’s fear show through that much? He nodded. “Perfect.”

It was. The wind had died down, leaving only a few clouds scuttling across the sky, and the evening sun was warm enough. His sweater kept him from getting cold, but not so warm he would sweat.

“It’s a nice night.” Aadon commented as they walked from the library down the pink gravel path leading to the street. Jesse nodded. Small talk had never been his forte. “You’re in Anthropology?” Aadon asked. Again, Jesse nodded. “Law.”

“I know.” Jesse blushed when Aadon looked over at him, mildly surprised, and definitely pleased. “I pay attention.”

They turned onto the sidewalk, threading through a knot of students headed toward the dorms just past the library. The street was lined with coffee shops and books stores and a few coin laundries but at this time of day, most of the foot traffic was headed back to campus. The two men navigated against the flow for half a block in silence.

Finally free of the crowd, Aadon jostled him lightly. “I didn’t think you’d noticed.”

Oh, he’d noticed. He had definitely noticed. “Well, I had,” he replied, as casually as he could. It elicited a smile from Aadon he hadn’t expected. It felt good to have that effect on another man again. It gave him confidence. “You like law?”

Aadon nodded. “I’d have to, to put this much work into it.”

“And here I thought you were just there to see me.”

“A happy bonus, that.” He was quiet for a minute, and then answered. “Yes, I like law. Yes, my father and my uncle are both lawyers, but not the reason I decided to go into it. There are people in the world who need lawyers who can’t afford them.”

“Wow.”

All that, Jesse thought, and a big heart too. Obviously, this was too good to be true, and the other shoe was going to fall any second.

“Here we are,” Aadon said cheerfully. He stopped at one of the many diners along the strip and gripped the chrome pull. “Leo says they have the best veggie burgers in the city.”

“It’s a big city,” Jesse said doubtfully. He walked by this hole in the wall every day on his way to and from classes and never noticed it. Usually, he shied away from fast food places, and especially fast food veggie burgers. They typically had nothing to redeem them. Aadon held the door open for him, though, so he had no choice but to go inside.

It was nothing like what he expected. It certainly was not a fast food joint. There was a diner counter with stools, but stools that looked comfortable, and the counter had been resurfaced in something that looked like actual wood. The floor was wood, and on the left, a row of white, linen-covered tables stood, already mostly filled. Behind the counter was a young man Jesse couldn’t help but notice.

He smiled at Aadon. “Hey, you!” he called. The man pointed to an unoccupied table. “Be right with, Sweetie.”

Aadon rolled his eyes. “Good thing he’s related,” he muttered. “Otherwise, I would have to call him out on that.”

Not a big fan of such endearments himself, Jesse nodded. They pulled out chairs and sat, and Jesse straightened napkins and cutlery in a sudden bout of nervous fidgeting.

This place was so much more than a simple hole-in-the-wall diner. Only a few of the couples at the tables were mixed. That should have made Jesse feel more at home, but it only made him feel ill at ease. At the back of the room, where he expected to find doors to the kitchen, were huge glass panels, one of them hinged and sporting a long chrome bar at waist height. On the other side, it took him a moment to realize, was a full fledged bar, complete with dance floor and spinning lights, though no one had yet turned them on.

“How cool is this place?” Aadon asked. Jesse shrugged. He hadn’t been in a bar in a long time. He was trying hard not to let his nerves show. Aadon smiled at him. “Don’t worry,” he reassured. “There are no go-go cages or anything. It’s just a bar. You can go, you can dance, and no one will harass you.”

Jesse nodded. He’d met his last boyfriend in a place like that. It had seemed benign, at the time. So had he. Nothing was ever what it seemed, though. He’d found that out the hard way.

“Are you ok?”

Aadon sounded suddenly concerned, and Jesse knew he had been silent too long. He was saved having to find an appropriate answer for a practical stranger by the waiter arriving at their table. He turned a polite smile on the man and accepted the menu he held out.

“Thanks.”

“So what’ll it be, hon?” Jesse managed not to flinch. His companion’s foot moved under the table, clipping his own as Aadon kicked the waiter who only laughed. “Mimosa?” Jesse did flinch at that.

“Just whatever is on tap, please.” He glanced over the waiter’s shoulder. “You do have something on tap?”

“Sure, sure. Straight guys come in here too, you know.” He winked at Jesse. “But you’re ok here, sug. No worries.”

“I’m not worried,” Jesse replied, and immediately regretted it. It sounded so defensive it made even him wince. He glanced over at Aadon, but could see only the top of his blond head. If he’d heard, he pretended he hadn’t.

“Aadon?” The waiter swung a hip out in Aadon’s direction, coy to the point of dislocation.

Aadon looked up. “Beer’s fine, Mike.” He was rewarded with a wet tongue darting out from between Mike’s lips at him, and then he sashayed away. “He hates that.”

“Hates what?”

“When I call him Mike.”

“Is it not his name?”

“Sure it is. Everyone else calls him Sweet Thing.”

Aadon’s lips quirked up sideways and he rolled his eyes. Jesse thought he’d not seen anything quite so adorable in his life. It made him smile and forget for a moment that he was terrified.

In the end, it turned out Leo knew a good veggie burger when he tasted one. The meal left Jesse considerably more relaxed than when they arrived. He almost thought about ordering another beer when the lights behind the wall of glass came on, strobing red and green and blue through the diner. Unconsciously, Jesse gripped the edge of the table. He didn’t notice until Aadon’s hand covered his gently.

“You alright?” Jesse nodded. “I’ll get the check.”

He didn’t ask what was wrong. He didn’t make a big deal of it. He just went to the counter, paid the bill and walked Jesse out the door. The silence stretched.

Finally, Jesse had to say something. “Listen, I--”

“It’s fine.” Aadon turned that smile on him. “I’m not much of a dancer anyway.”

That had to be a lie. Jesse called him on it.

“OK, so I like to dance. But if you don’t--”

“I used to,” Jesse blurted. He hadn’t been dancing in a long time, and hadn’t expected to say anything to Aadon about it. “I used to go dancing all the time.”

“But?”

Jesse shrugged. But what? His last boyfriend had been a go-go boy--a handsome, fiery, controlling man whose memory made the thought of dancing into something that turned Jesse’s stomach.

“But, I don’t any more.” That sounded too final. “At least, I haven’t in a long time.” He was ruining everything. He had to relax, and the more he told himself this, the harder it was to do.

“There are other things to do besides dance.” Jesse looked over and was surprised to see Aadon still smiling at him. Maybe he hadn’t ruined everything. “There’s an old movie theatre on King that plays movies from the thirties and forties all night. We could check that out.”

“You like old movies.”

Somehow, Jesse didn’t believe this either, but Aadon grimaced.

“I know. All this,” he indicated his own body with his hands, “And I’m just a big geek on the inside.” He turned big eyes on Jesse. “So will you go to the movies with me?”

Jesse laughed. The man was outrageously confident and self effacing at the same time. It couldn’t be real, and yet Jesse was almost inclined to think it genuine. He couldn’t resist. And he had nothing to worry about, he told himself. The movie theatre was a block away, and it was a public place. A dark public place, sure, but they wouldn’t be the only ones there.

“Yes.” He smiled to hide the deep breath, and nodded. “Let’s go to the movies.”


“So?”

Jesse sipped iced coffee and serenely stared at his book without answering the inquiry. He wasn’t reading, and Sarah likely knew that, but he waited for her to speak again anyway. She went back to her paper and continued to write and hum to herself. Finally, he looked over at her. She was so much better at this than he was.

“So, what?” he asked.

She grinned at her writing a little longer before glancing up at him through her eyelashes. “So, you went out last night.”

“Maybe.”

“I called. You never don’t answer your phone. Where did you go?”

“Just out.”

“With?”

He smiled, knowing she could tell, just from that.

“And?”

He shrugged. “And what?”

“And, how was it?”

“It was,” he tilted his head considering. “Good.”

“Where did he take you?”

Jesse frowned. “He didn’t take me anywhere. We went for burgers. And to a movie. A really, really, bad, gawdawful movie.” A grin swept across his face. “It was fun.”

It had been fun, once he relaxed a little. Once he talked himself into believing Aadon wasn’t going to ambush him with anything he didn’t want. In fact, he’d been the perfect gentleman. He’d been perfect, period. Too perfect. He knew exactly what Sarah was going to say.

“And he didn’t…”

“Didn’t what?” The conversation just got a lot less interesting.

“He didn’t try anything?”

“No.” Jesse closed his book, all pretence of reading or playing this cat and mouse information game gone.

“I was just wondering.” She fingered the edges of her paper and twisted the straw in her drink. “I wondered, you know, because you’re so skittish.”

“I’m not skittish!” He hadn’t meant to yell at her. She just watched him as he stood and paced over to the fridge, opened it, closed it, and leaned on the counter. “Ok. So I’m a little skittish. But I have good reason to be.”

“Of course you do. I wasn’t implying that you didn’t. It’s just, I mean, it’s a big thing, Jess, dating again after.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Well, maybe you should. You know you never did. Maybe it would help.”

“I don’t need your help, Sarah.”

“Fine.” She gathered up her things and started shoving them into her backpack. “But what about when he tries to kiss you? What about when he reaches out to touch you, or wants to take you dancing? Are you going to tell him?”

“He doesn’t need to know.”

“If you’re going to get serious about him, he does, Jess. This is important.”

“We went on one date. Would you give it a rest?”

“Are you going on another?”

Jesse shrugged, non-committal.

“For you, that’s serious. Tell him. Or talk to someone. If not me, then someone.”

He let her bang out the door. She was frustrated with him. They’d had that particular discussion before, but it had been a while. She meant well, he knew, but he just wasn’t ready. He might never be ready. It wasn’t anyone’s business but his, and it didn’t need to shape his life. He was still lost in thought, trying not to think at all when the phone dragged him away from the unpleasant memories.

He groped for it. “Hello?”

“Hey.” There was a pause. “You all right?”

“Yeah.” He sounded short, and tried to modify his tone. “I’m fine, Aadon. I was just thinking.” He grimaced.

“About me, I hope?”

No, definitely not about him. About someone who might, conceivably, be the very opposite of him in every way. “Um.” He cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

“Liar.”

It was said jokingly, and Jesse couldn’t help the smile that turned his lips.

“I was telling Sarah about last night.”

“Did you tell her how bad the movie was?”

Jesse chuckled. “I did.”

“Well, I want to make it up to you.”

Jesse sank to the floor to lean against the cabinets. “Oh?”

“Let me make you dinner.”

“Umm.” Jesse panicked. It was too soon. He should never have accepted the first invitation. He couldn’t do this, couldn’t be alone in an apartment with this strange, too perfect man. “Listen, Aadon, I had a great time last night, but--”

He didn’t get a chance to brush the other man off.

“I invited Leo and his girlfriend, too. Do you think your friend Sarah would like to come?” Jesse’s pounding heart slowed somewhat.

“Pardon?”

“Oh. Is that not her name? I thought,”

“No, that’s her name. Sorry. I--”

“You thought it was going to be more intimate than that.” Jesse swallowed, nodded, realised Aadon couldn’t see that, but Aadon was talking again. “It was, but you’re obviously not comfortable with that.” There was a pause, and Jesse could imagine the other man giving his tiny, self-effacing shrug. “Not to worry. I understand.”

“I want to come,” Jesse blurted, despite himself. “I’m sure Sarah would love to meet you.”

There was a smile in Aadon’s voice as he agreed. “Perfect.”

He gave the address and Jesse hung up the phone feeling completely drained. It took a little while to call down the hall to Sarah’s room.

“Want to go out tonight?”On to Part two

Comments

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dontkickmycane
Jan. 5th, 2008 02:33 am (UTC)
I mean it when I say the death cab t was all about you, Darlin'! I knew you'd notice. \o/
erda_3
Jan. 11th, 2008 03:00 pm (UTC)
Oh, I Really enjoyed this. I started caring about these people very quickly. Like everyone else, I felt like I wanted more, but I can see why you left off as you did.
dontkickmycane
Jan. 11th, 2008 03:39 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I'm so glad you liked it. Stay tuned, though. I think I've been proded into continuing their story.
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