slightest misstep, a single poorly chosen word, could send Ren
running.
“I came back.”
So he had run. Pain and disappointment were a crushing
weight on Adam’s chest, forcing the breath from him.
“I’m sorry, Ren. I shouldn’t have pushed you. I promise I
won’t pressure you like that again.”
The words hung between them, stretched tight on a fine wire
of tension.
“I didn’t feel pressured.”
“But I pushed you too far.” The words clogged Adam’s throat.
“You went no further than I allowed. I pushed myself too
far.” Ren rose gracefully to his feet but made no move to close the distance
between them. “I don’t know that I’ll ever be prepared to give you what you
want. I’m being unfair to you. More unfair than you could ever realize.”
The crushing sadness on Ren’s face made Adam ache.
“You’re not being unfair. I understand what I’m getting into
here.” Please don’t leave. Don’t take this chance away from me, from us. Adam couldn’t voice the plea ripping through him. With how hesitant Ren was, it
would only make him run faster.
“If only that were true.” Ren took a deep breath and looked
around like a lost wanderer looking for the way back home. “I should leave you
now.”
“No!” Adam jumped forward in panic. Ren’s words sounded too
final, too absolute. “Stay, please.”
“I can’t give you what you want,” Ren said again, his eyes
begging Adam to understand.
“If you can’t stay, then promise me you’ll at least come
back. Please. Spend the day with me tomorrow. We can go to some of those flea
market sales, hang out in the park, see a movie. Whatever you want.”
Renatus hesitated, his eyes clouded over with something Adam
couldn’t identify.
“I cannot stay. Not tonight.”
Adam dropped his gaze to the floor and tried to nod. Had
disappointment ever hurt this much before tonight?
“Will I see you tomorrow?”
“Yes.” The answer came without hesitation. Reassuring.
“Good, then.” He could wait a night.
Adam opened his mouth to say more, but when he looked up,
the front door stood open and Ren was gone.
* * * * *
Ren set the tray on the small café table and tried to quell
the butterflies in his stomach.
Adam was coming.
He set out the two breakfasts he’d purchased, fussing over
turning the plates this way and that, until he sensed Adam turn the corner.
Looking up, he met Adam’s gaze and the butterflies’ gentle fluttering exploded
into a frenzy.
For a moment he wondered if he would be the first angel to
vomit.
Then the unhappy line of tension between Adam’s brows faded,
the corners of his eyes crinkled, and he smiled.
“We always seem to end up here, don’t we?” Adam asked as he
approached the table.
“It seemed the logical place to meet.” Ren ducked his head
and rearranged the food on the table again before taking a seat.
“What’s all this?” Adam asked, taking the seat across from
Ren. His morning-rough voice made Ren’s breath catch.
“Breakfast.”
Adam didn’t make a move toward eating and Ren began to
fidget. Had he done something wrong?
“If the food isn’t suitable—”
“No, I just didn’t expect it.” Adam pulled out his chair to
sit, and the pressure on Ren’s chest eased.
Adam placed his napkin in his lap before cutting into a
sugar-dusted waffle and taking a bite.
“Mm. This is good,” he moaned.
The sound was close to those he’d made the night before.
Close enough to remind Ren of their fevered kisses and the feel of Adam’s hard
cock rubbing against his.
He flushed at the memory of Adam’s mouth on his, of what it
felt like to experience passion with another male. It has harder, hotter than
anything he’d had with a female, human or angelic, and left him hungry for more
of Adam’s kisses.
Ren looked away and began fussing with his own food before
he was tempted to lick off the confectioner’s sugar which dusted Adam’s upper
lip.
“These are incredible. I had no