One of the things he’d loved the most about the man, all of those years ago, was that he smelled like sin.
There was nothing he liked more than waking up in bed with his man, the scent of his bodywash and deodorant all over the linens.
It was spicy.
Musky.
And alluring.
Glancing over, he hoped to find him in bed with him, and while he knew that was a pipe dream, a man could hope. He’d dreamed about him all night, replaying their greatest moments in their relationship.
There was them freezing their asses off in the desert on a mission where they’d huddled together to keep each other warm.It had been theONLYtime while working they could come in contact with each other so not to give away their secret.
Only, everyone had been buddied up, and he’d been protectively placed in D’Artangnan’s body. He remembered how cold it had been, and how much the man had protected him, despite freezing himself.
Then, there had been the moments of joy when they rented that first shithole apartment.
They’d made love in each room, laughing and being so happy.
While he expected hell in his dreams, he’d gotten lucky. He wasn’t dead, and he wasn’t in a coma.
Apparently, D’Artangnan had saved him.
It was also likely why he was nowhere to be found. Immediately, that joy was gone.
And he was alone again.
On top of that, he had a hangover to rival all hangovers, once more proving that he was a dumbass.
He remembered a good amount from the night before, but mostly just staring up at the man he loved, trying to stop him from dying.
Apparently, he won.
Not only was he better at hide-and-seek, but he was also stronger, and stubborn.
Because, again, he was still breathing.
Sitting up, the fire was going, and the room was warm. Well, he knew he didn’t do that either.
Not far away, there was a chair, and it looked as if it had been used to sleep in it.
There was a pillow and a blanket on it.
Had D’Artangnan slept in there watching him?
Was he worried about him?
Well, he shouldn’t be.
Evidently, he was like a goddamn cat with more lives than common sense.
What he did know was that he didn’t want to face the man who once, and still, owned his heart. Somehow, he had to find a way to slip out of there without a confrontation. There was nothing worse than seeing a grown man cry, and he was that grown man.
The unknown haunted him.
Truth be told, he couldn’t bear to find out that D’Artangnan had moved on and had a whole-ass family back in the US.
That would kill what was left of him.
