And Then He Called Me

Chapter 16

Quinton's POV

We decide to sit on one of the clearings, and I look at Leif, who's looking around with wide eyes, and I really have no idea why, because there are only trees around us, and I'm sure that he was in the woods before.

"It's annoying that I will have to go to work tomorrow, I would prefer to stay here." He tells me, after he decided that he had enough of looking at the trees.

"You can just stay her, I'm sure that you will find something to do, so you don't have to go back to the city if you don't want to." I tell him, and he looks at me with a curious expression.

"Are you still living with your parent?" He asks me, and I nod in confirmation.

"We would have to ask them if they would be fine if I will move into their house." He says.

"Almost all of my brothers lived at my parent's house with their mates at first, so I'm sure that they're know that you will live with us.

And they will be building a house for me, now that I found you, so we will only have to stay there for a few months, then we will move out." I tell him.

He looks away from me, and he looks at the trees again, most likely trying to decide if the wants to agree to that.

Then he turns his head to look at me again, and he has a smile on his face.

He nods his head happily, so I smile at him, and I give him a tight hug, hoping that it will let him know how much this means to me.

We talk for a while longer, before I remember that I wanted to ask something.

"Can you tell me about your family?" I ask him, and he frowns in anger, but I know that it's not directed at me.

"I don't have any contact with them." He tells me, and it's my turn to frown.

"Why?" I ask him.

"Because when I was still living with them, they were very homophobic, and I was friends with Haven, which they didn't mind.

But then they found out that Haven's gay, and they freaked out, before they kicked my out of the house, because they thought that I'm gay too." He explains, and I just nod to let him know that I get it, because I have no idea what to say to that.

He changes the conversation to my nephews, and I tell him some funny stories of babysitting my brothers' kids.

When it gets late, we decide to go back to the house, but we talk the whole way there.

I manage to convince him to tell me a bit more about himself, although he's a bit reluctant to let me know everything.

When we reach the house, I lead him straight to my room, and we quickly get ready for bed, before we cuddle together.