“I know.” He ran his fingers through Myles’ hair and pulled him roughly toward him for one more kiss. “I’ll see you at eight.” He walked him to the main floor and out the main entrance, where a car was waiting. Flint had made the arrangements.
"Thank you," Myles said as he slid into the backseat.
“You're welcome." Flint closed the door, and Myles could feel his eyes on him as they pulled away.
Flint watched his beloved drive away, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. "Fuck me." He said, staring off into the distance, completely humbled by the most beautiful man in the world.
"No thanks, you're not my type." He turned to see Lazlo coming toward him, and he looked back over his shoulder at the car turning the corner. “Was that your beloved leaving in that car?” Flint nodded. “That’s sad, man. Come on, let's have coffee or something stronger." He put his arm loosely around Flint's shoulders and guided him inside to the dining hall.
He sat Flint down, went for a couple of drinks, and was back in mere seconds. "Here," he put a cup of coffee and a glass of whiskey in front of him. "Whichever you need."
“I’ll probably need both.” Flint took the whiskey first and downed it in one. “Yeah, that was good.” He took a deep breath and told Lazlo the highlights and what led to Myles leaving.
"You have to sit around until eight tonight?" He was sympathetic, and that was exactly what Flint needed.
“I seem to be spending a lot of time waiting.”
"That's how it is with humans."
I should have handled this better. I pushed for too much too soon."
“I can’t see where you went wrong. How else could you have said it? He's human and unaware, so the truth was going to be difficult no matter how you couched it.” Lazlo was a good and supportive friend, and he dearly appreciated him, but he knew he messed up. He'd acted too fast, and now he was paying for his impatience.
“The bond is complete, so that should work in my favor. He's human, but the pull was present and should bring himaround to trusting me.” Flint shook his head. “I thought it would be easy, the connection was clear, and he was saying all the right things, but then the clear light of day brought with it doubts and uncertainty.”
“Are you going to stop by the shop and check on him?” Lazlo asked, assuming he wouldn't want to be away from him too long.
“It will be tough, but I have to give him what he asked for. He wanted time and distance. I have to give him that.”
"That's rough, man." Lazlo sympathized. "It's not going to be easy to stay away from him." That was true; the vampire within him would fight the forced distance.
“I’m scheduled to patrol the Ruby Light today. Why don't you pull your shit together and go with me? I know you're off duty for a few days, but staying busy will help you keep your mind off other things." His meaning was clear, and his offer was valid.
“Good idea.” Flint finished his coffee and stood.
“Meet me in the garage at one.”
“You got it.” Flint headed up to his apartment to get ready. The thought of his beloved was firmly in his mind, but having a distraction would soften the worry. Eight o'clock was a long way away, and the day was going to be excruciating. He could feel his beloved, he could feel his uneasiness and his confusion, but he could also feel his urge to return. The pull was working as expected.
Myles finished the two appointments by early afternoon and sat in the back, taking a short break. Randy stood in the doorway and thanked him profusely for coming in and takingcare of the customers. The appointments had been scheduled yesterday, and no one had notified Myles of the change in his hours.
“Not a problem.” He assured.
"You went out with that security fellow yesterday," Randy stated and then asked. "How was it?" He grinned expectantly. “Tell me everything.”
Myles choked on his drink and took a few seconds to gather his response. He wasn't going to tell him everything, but Randy deserved something. “He was a marvelous gentleman.” He began.
"I don't want to hear the gentleman stuff. I want the heat, give me the heat.”
“He’s everything you think he is and also a wonderful companion on top of the heat.” Myles was feeling Flint in every part of his body and mind. He should have stayed, and they should have talked about everything. Running was such a cowardly move.
“Are you seeing him again?” Randy’s interest was growing.
“Yeah, I sure hope so.” There wasn’t a truer statement than that. Waiting until eight had been such a bad idea.
“I hope so too.” Randy felt his hesitation. "You have his number; you could call him." He suggested.
“He's meeting me at eight when I get off. I'd feel awful needy if I just up and call him in the middle of the day." Myles said the words, but his mind was trying to come up with a justification to make the call. He’d love to hear his voice. "I suppose I could call." He looked at Randy with hope in his expression.
