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 went back to sleep for about an hour after Duke left. But then my stomach started to growl so I got up and cooked myself some grilled chicken and steamed vegetables, whatever I found in Duke's fridge. Thank god my mom taught me how to cook or else I would live off cereal and granola bars. Duke's house was very calm and tranquil just like him. The baby blue curtains matched the carpet in the lounge room. The couch and love seats were a creamy tone and the throw pillows were a dark navy tone. It was peaceful in his house just like him.
I hope he doesn't mind me invading his kitchen. It just seems natural to do this. I never had an actual relationship so I don't know how all this works but with Duke, it comes out natural. It's like I've known him for years.
I finished eating and cleaned my mess. I didn't want to text Duke what time he was going to come home but I was getting restless. I know he said he knew Donovan Graystone but jealousy took over. I also knew Donovan was married so I shouldn't be too concerned. It was just two friends catching upright? Deep inside I wanted to protect Duke but I knew he had to escape his prison of agony. But that didn't mean I had to like it.
I grabbed his album he showed me not too long ago. I sat on the comfy couch and took a deep breath. I opened to the middle and saw a picture of Duke, Emilio, and Donovan. Duke was standing in between them as they put their arms around him. It looked like it was taking after a football, they all looked young, maybe high school. They seemed to have been close. I saw another light in Duke's blue eyes, they gleamed with happiness, especially with Emilio next to him.
I glanced outside the window and saw darkness had fallen. Crickets chirped close to the door that I assumed went to his backyard then I heard a car park. I put the album on the couch and walked slowly towards the door. I heard footsteps and then a deep voice. "I had a great time, Duke. I'll be around for a couple of days if you want to hang out again just like old times," his voice sounded more flirtatious and that didn't sit well for me.
I immediately opened the door and glared at this fucker. Yeah, he was hot as fuck and was a known football athlete but the way his gray swirled with lust; I was about to punch him in his perfect face.
"Good evening," I held my vicious tone. I glanced at Duke who had a friendly smile on his face.
"Hey, you're awake, this is my good friend Don or Donovan Graystone." Donovan's eyes scanned my body but then he quickly aligned them with mine.
I forced a smile and stretched my hand. "Dashiell Mitchell, his boyfriend," fuck, I didn't know where that came from but damn did it feel good to say that. His eyebrows shot up.
I averted my gaze at Duke whose cheeks were a rosy tone. I saw his lip curve on the corner of his mouth. He didn't correct me so that was the green light to pull him towards me. Donovan or Don, whoever the fuck, gripped my hand and tried to size me up. But I held Duke by his waist.
