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've been awake since 7 in the morning. Thankfully I didn't wake up with those throbbing headaches from drinking too much. I gulped down two bottles of cold water with some aspirin. I grabbed a notebook from my luggage and sat on the bed while Dash peacefully snored. Thank goodness he's not a loud snorer. I glanced at his back muscles which were perfectly carved like a Greek sculpture, who has muscles like that? But then I noticed how red his skin was, poor guy kept moving all night until he finally stopped.
I had woken up by him holding me tightly into his chest. It was the first time I felt someone's body on mine. His rock-hard body was comfortable. He was warm and the rhythm of his heartbeat had the same beat like mine. It's like we were synced as one.
I finally got off him and we got comfortable but that didn't stop him from pulling closer to him. I buried my face into his hard chest again. His masculine scent was a combination of hotel shop and the cinnamon body spray I left in the bathroom. He must have sprayed himself.
He quickly fell asleep but my thoughts were all over the place. Do I want this? Do I tell him I'm not ready? I'm confused about where this is going. We both lost someone close to us but he's dealing with it better than I am.
But him buying me my favorite cookie that was mixed into a cheesecake was a great gesture on his part. I glanced at the metal table and just smirked at the untouched cheesecake. I didn't want to destroy the writing but I was starving right now. I glanced at him again as his breathing was gentle. I gazed at his heart-shaped lips, they were a shiny cherry tone. His cheeks were rosy probably from the sunburn.
I took a deep breath and averted my eyes to the open notebook on my lap. I had scribbled a title but it sounded dumb, A Dash Of Light then A Dash Of Him. It sounded creepy but he inspired me to start writing again. I know I hardly know him but deep inside I know there is a cosmic connection between us. I'm not sure how I'm going to start writing but it's definitely about second chances or maybe hope.
"Thinking about me?" I heard his deep morning voice. I quickly closed my notebook as the rush of blood went to my cheeks.
"It's nothing, I just start writing when inspiration hits me," I noticed he started getting closer to me. His arm circled my waist. He grabbed my notebook with his other hand and gently let it fall on the floor.
"Hey," I was about to get out of bed to grab it but he pinned me down.
"Nothing is going to happen to your notebook," now he got on top of me and went in between my legs. I saw his giant frame hover over me as our eyes aligned. "Do I inspire you to write?" I bit my bottom lip as a curve formed on the side of my mouth.
"Maybe," I chuckled. I finally caught a better view of his handsome face. His blue eyes swirled with a bit of green. It was almost like seafoam had formed after the waves crashed on the sea. I was hypnotized by how handsome he was. He had thick well-groomed eyebrows. His jawline was angled and sharp. His lips were my favorite part to observe, they still had the cherry tone and all I wanted to do was devour them.
