Can two broken hearts be healed?
Duke Michelson lost his husband and high school sweetheart, Emilio. He buries himself with work but nothing seems to heal his broken heart not until he meets Dashiell Mitchell.
Dashiell "Dash" Mitchell also has a b...
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I sat on the edge of his bed while I rubbed my temples. The throbbing inside my head was like a jackhammer. My throat was dry and the taste of alcohol lingered on my tongue. "Ugh!" I stood up and saw the darkness of another room. I hope it's his bathroom. I flicked the light on and thankfully it was. I washed my face and grabbed some mouthwash from underneath the sink. I glanced at myself in the mirror and I had dark circles underneath my eyes. I needed a damn haircut, just like Emilio said I'm my dream. I got a whiff of myself and I needed some deodorant. I opened a drawer and found a deodorant. I checked if it was used and it was sealed. I pay him for whatever I use.
I freshened up but I felt constricted in these clothes I had on from yesterday. I normally wear sweatpants and a T-shirt in the morning, maybe he won't mind me using some of his clothes? Where is he? I walked down the hallway and glanced around. I heard a snore coming from the couch. I slowly walked over and saw him laying on his back while his shirt lifted from the bottom, revealing his abs. I admired them a bit too long when he suddenly moved to his side. I saw his body shivering, he hasn't even taken off his shoes.
I quickly went back to his room and grabbed a warm blanket. I noticed that it was gloomy outside as the gray clouds lingered in the sky. It was nice and sunny yesterday and now it's overcast. I put the warm blanket on the side of the couch while I gently took off his shoes. He didn't even flinch. His body barely fit on this couch and it was quite big. I put the warm blanket over him and began to admire his facial features.
His jawline was carved to perfection, almost ideal like a Greek sculpture. His lips were full and perfectly symmetrical, while his scruff was all over his neck and face. He definitely had hints of Emilio and that made it harder for me to concentrate. He clouded my judgment and that filled me with guilt. He was about to kiss me yesterday and I freaked out. It's like I'm cheating on Emilio, even though deep inside I wanted to or maybe it was liquid courage but overall guilt took over and I couldn't.
Dash was definitely a looker but I can't will myself to even consider anything with him. Yes, I enjoyed myself yesterday with him. He made me laugh but deep inside I had to keep my guard up.
I stepped away before he catches me eyeing him like a creeper. I wanted to shower and change clothes but I'm not in my house. Suddenly my stomach growled. My nausea subsided but my headache lingered, maybe I just need food.
I walked towards the kitchen and opened his refrigerator. It was well stocked with food, maybe if I'm quiet enough I can wake him up with breakfast. I know that's how I would wake up Emilio every single weekend. I took out some eggs, bacon, sausage and started brewing the coffee. I opened one of his cupboards and saw a bottle of aspirins. I popped two in my mouth and watered it down with water.
I found the pancake mix and started mixing. The kitchen started to fill itself with crispy bacon and fluffy pancakes. A nostalgic flashback erupted in me as I mixed the pancake batter.
