Chapter 21
BING CAMEslowly awake, feeling achy and stiff in a way he hadn’t felt in months. Whatever werewolf power had been in him was gone now. He knew that before he even opened his eyes. He’d felt the energy leave him just before he’d passed out. And now…
Now he felt empty.
He took a deep breath, using that to center himself. It didn’t help. But whatdidhelp was the sound of typing suddenly stopping as someone rushed to his side.
“You’re awake. Thank God. How are you feeling?”
It was Walter. Bing felt his lips curve at the sound. Truthfully, his body felt like it weighed a million pounds, but he dragged his eyes open to meet Walter’s gaze. Had he ever really noticed how beautiful Walter’s eyes were? They were the normal Asian dark brown, but the emotions that shone through them were so gripping. Whatever emotion Walter was feeling shone through his eyes, his face, and his whole body. What Bing saw in his gaze now was worry… and relief.
“I’m fine.”
Walter rolled his eyes. “I hate theFword, you know. You’re not fine. It’s what you say when you don’t want to answer.”
That was true. He pushed himself upright, realizing he was lying belly down on the cheap motel room bed. And that it was now dark outside, which meant he’d burned the day away sleeping. He rubbed a hand over his face to cover his confusion, but the words spilled out anyway. “What happened?”
“You gave up being Red Wolf. I think.”
Bing nodded. “I did.”
“Then you passed out.”
That part he knew. “What happened while I was unconscious?”
Walter shrugged. “Not much. Everyone on the movie has the day off while we figure things out.” He jerked his head toward the table, where his laptop was open. “So I’ve been working.”
Bing frowned. “How’d you get your laptop?”
“I called the set and had someone run it over to me. I wasn’t going to leave you alone. Though now everyone probably thinks I’ve shut down production to have a torrid affair with you and that I’ve banged you into a coma.”
Bing’s eyebrows rose. “Does that mean I’m weak or you have incredible sexual power?”
Walter flushed. “I left that to their imagination.”
Bing smiled. He’d never really cared much what others thought of him—just what one guy thought. And that man was sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed, twisting his fingers into knots in his lap.
Walter cleared his throat. “You have to tell me, Bing. What’s going on? How do you feel?”
He didn’t have an answer. He rolled his shoulders, then got up off the bed. He went through some basic movements the same way he’d done almost every day of his life. The motions felt normal, though slow. He felt like his old self—pre werewolf—but also different. Like a little buzz of power at the back of his mind was missing. Of course, that made sense—he wasn’t Red Wolf anymore.
But on the upside, he wasn’t drooling on himself either.
He looked at Walter and shrugged. “I really am fine. Just….” How to express it? He looked down at his hands. “I guess I feel alone.”
Walter got up from the bed and approached, close enough to touch without actually connecting. “You’re not alone. I’m right here.”
Bing looked up and saw the wish in Walter’s eyes. He wanted to kiss Bing. He wanted to be close. But he was holding off in case Bing’s feelings weren’t there anymore. In case all the love he’d felt for Walter had vanished with Red Wolf.
Had it?
He didn’t know. But he wanted to find out.
“Will you kiss me?” he asked, startling himself with his own question.
Walter’s eyes widened. “Really?”
Bing thought about it. They were alone in a motel room. No one else was around. Why not find out if there were feelings still? He lifted his head and studied Walter’s face. Again, he could read every emotion—want, fear, hope, anxiety. That beautiful mixture that was all Walter.
