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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He stood in front of me while I sat on the wooden stool. His eyes shined like the blue ocean and his lip lifted on the corner of his mouth. I got a whiff of coconut and pineapple coming from him, it must be a suntan lotion he was wearing.
My eyes admired his physique and how tall he was, he hovered over me. I could see the indents of his abs through his muscle shirt and his legs filled his red shorts in all the right places. He wore sandals which showed off his nice pedicure. His hair was a mess but it suited him.
I finally was able to speak. "How in the world are you here?" I never told him where I was going to be.
"Well a little birdie told me you'll be here," he sat next to me as he called over the waitress. He chuckled when my eyes widened. "I'm kidding, my agent gave me his reservations. He told me to have a last-minute vacation before I start playing hockey again," his eyes lit up when he spoke of hockey.
My heart was beating faster and faster while my hands got more clammy from the humidity. It's like destiny wants us to come together. "That's great, are you excited?"
I tiny tug pulled on the corner of his lip revealing his adorable dimple.
"What can I get you, guapo (handsome)?" She asked him then she gave me a smirk. Did she feel our tension? I fanned myself because my skin was feeling warmer and it was only midday.
"I'll take a beer," he ordered and she left to the other side of the bar.
His eyes studied me but I immediately averted my gaze to the pool. I could still feel his gaze burning into me like the sun's rays. "So you write?" I quickly pivoted my neck back to him. Crap, he went through my Instagram.
"I use to but I haven't in a while. I lost inspiration when...," I couldn't finish that sentence. Emilio was the reason I publish. He inspired my best-selling book and I just don't have the motivation to begin again.
"I get it. He was your inspiration correct?"
I nodded.
"Yeah, just like my mom was with me. She always pushed me to do better and would never miss a game. If she had to, she would watch it wherever she was. She was my number one fan and after she passed I was a disaster. I made my last team get disqualified from the league, some of the players hate my guts, others had sympathy but I let down so many fans," the sadness in his words pierced me like needles. It was seeing a mirror image of me but he was way stronger than I am. He still smiles and enjoys life.
The waitress brought his beer and he immediately lifted it to his lips. The veins in his arms protruded impressively while his eyes smiled. He put down the bottle as I admired his handsome face. I loved the scruff that was growing around his jawline.
