going on with me or what it was about this guy.
A guy.
A man for fuck's sake!
I looked into the mirror and saw myself staring back. Messy brown hair , pallid complexion and dark circles under hazel eyes. Though it wasn’t me. Not really. The man that looked back at me was the unrecognizable guy who just noticed another man's eyes, his dimples, his hair, his shoulders, his smell... oh, fuck.
I washed my face with cold water and told myself to pull my shit together. I was just tired and hungry.
Yeah, that was it. I was hungry. My blood sugar must have been a little low. I wasn’t even sure if there was any food in the house, but I headed back down the stairs toward the kitchen, determined that eating would clear my head.
Trent. He was there, in the kitchen, right where I didn’t need him to be, of course. I smiled awkwardly, filled the kettle and started looking through the cupboards for a cup.
Without a word, he stepped next to me and pulled a mug out of a cupboard I hadn't got to yet. I found the coffee, and he smiled at me, amused it would seem.
"Coffee?" I asked.
"Sure," he said and grabbed a second cup.
We walked outside, along with the dog, and our coffees. We stood on the veranda overlooking the huge sloping yard, and Trent told me which direction was best for walking or running. As he told me about the bay and the town, I noticed he had such a melodic voice.
I deliberately didn’t look at him and took in the lack of other noise. I heard the sounds of the forest, the birds and even the wind through the trees and the gentle lull of the water.
"It’s so peaceful here," I told him.
He looked at me for a fraction too long, then he smiled. "It sure is," he said, his eyes still on me.
His stare unnerved me. It didn't make me uncomfortable in a weird kind of way, it made me uncomfortable in a why-the-fuck-do-I-like-that kind of way. Before I lost my shit completely, I finished my coffee quickly and went back inside.
I couldn’t even begin to rationalize what I was thinking until I had more caffeine. Lots more caffeine.
Trent followed me inside and sat at the island bench in the kitchen. "So, Nathan," he said nonchalantly, "is anyone else moving here with you? Is there a Mrs. Nathan?"
I looked up at him. "No."
"Is there a Mr. Nathan?"
I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, and the confusion must have been clear on my face because he clarified, "A boyfriend?"
My breathing stuttered, my eyes never left his and all I could do was shake my head no.
And he smiled.
Fuck.
CHAPTER 3
"I'll just finish up painting the bathroom upstairs. I'll take your bags up to your room," Trent said with a smile and before I could respond, he walked out of the kitchen.
I made another coffee, straight and strong. I looked through the cupboards and the fridge, making a mental note of supplies I'd need. I popped some bread in the toaster, and by the time it was toasted, I had a friend.
"Want some?" I asked, and Bentley sat and wagged his tail.
Just as I was hand-feeding him my crust, Trent walked in and smiled. "I wondered where my offsider went. Shoulda known food was involved."
I offered an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I should have asked if it was okay."
Trent chuckled, and it was a warm sound. "It’s fine," he said. Then he told me, "His manners get away from him sometimes, but now that you've fed him, he'll expect you to share all the time."
I patted Bentley and told the dog, "That’s okay, Buddy."
When I looked up, Trent was smiling again. I was quick to explain, "I used to have a dog when I was a kid." I wasn’t entirely sure why I’d just said that. "I used to share my food with him all the time."
I quickly washed my plate and cup then told Trent I'd head back into town, get some groceries and a few other things, and have a look around.
"I could come with you," he said quickly. "I need to grab some supplies from the hardware store, if that’s okay?"
"Oh," I said hesitantly. "Okay... "
"I
A guy.
A man for fuck's sake!
I looked into the mirror and saw myself staring back. Messy brown hair , pallid complexion and dark circles under hazel eyes. Though it wasn’t me. Not really. The man that looked back at me was the unrecognizable guy who just noticed another man's eyes, his dimples, his hair, his shoulders, his smell... oh, fuck.
I washed my face with cold water and told myself to pull my shit together. I was just tired and hungry.
Yeah, that was it. I was hungry. My blood sugar must have been a little low. I wasn’t even sure if there was any food in the house, but I headed back down the stairs toward the kitchen, determined that eating would clear my head.
Trent. He was there, in the kitchen, right where I didn’t need him to be, of course. I smiled awkwardly, filled the kettle and started looking through the cupboards for a cup.
Without a word, he stepped next to me and pulled a mug out of a cupboard I hadn't got to yet. I found the coffee, and he smiled at me, amused it would seem.
"Coffee?" I asked.
"Sure," he said and grabbed a second cup.
We walked outside, along with the dog, and our coffees. We stood on the veranda overlooking the huge sloping yard, and Trent told me which direction was best for walking or running. As he told me about the bay and the town, I noticed he had such a melodic voice.
I deliberately didn’t look at him and took in the lack of other noise. I heard the sounds of the forest, the birds and even the wind through the trees and the gentle lull of the water.
"It’s so peaceful here," I told him.
He looked at me for a fraction too long, then he smiled. "It sure is," he said, his eyes still on me.
His stare unnerved me. It didn't make me uncomfortable in a weird kind of way, it made me uncomfortable in a why-the-fuck-do-I-like-that kind of way. Before I lost my shit completely, I finished my coffee quickly and went back inside.
I couldn’t even begin to rationalize what I was thinking until I had more caffeine. Lots more caffeine.
Trent followed me inside and sat at the island bench in the kitchen. "So, Nathan," he said nonchalantly, "is anyone else moving here with you? Is there a Mrs. Nathan?"
I looked up at him. "No."
"Is there a Mr. Nathan?"
I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, and the confusion must have been clear on my face because he clarified, "A boyfriend?"
My breathing stuttered, my eyes never left his and all I could do was shake my head no.
And he smiled.
Fuck.
CHAPTER 3
"I'll just finish up painting the bathroom upstairs. I'll take your bags up to your room," Trent said with a smile and before I could respond, he walked out of the kitchen.
I made another coffee, straight and strong. I looked through the cupboards and the fridge, making a mental note of supplies I'd need. I popped some bread in the toaster, and by the time it was toasted, I had a friend.
"Want some?" I asked, and Bentley sat and wagged his tail.
Just as I was hand-feeding him my crust, Trent walked in and smiled. "I wondered where my offsider went. Shoulda known food was involved."
I offered an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I should have asked if it was okay."
Trent chuckled, and it was a warm sound. "It’s fine," he said. Then he told me, "His manners get away from him sometimes, but now that you've fed him, he'll expect you to share all the time."
I patted Bentley and told the dog, "That’s okay, Buddy."
When I looked up, Trent was smiling again. I was quick to explain, "I used to have a dog when I was a kid." I wasn’t entirely sure why I’d just said that. "I used to share my food with him all the time."
I quickly washed my plate and cup then told Trent I'd head back into town, get some groceries and a few other things, and have a look around.
"I could come with you," he said quickly. "I need to grab some supplies from the hardware store, if that’s okay?"
"Oh," I said hesitantly. "Okay... "
"I
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