Chapter 2

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An hour passed and Damon just finished the car when the raven-haired male walked back into the shop, setting off the bell. He looked as though he had been crying.

Damon felt the wall build around his emotions as to not let them escape. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse, "excuse me for not even asking your name before you left. Your car is done luckily. I need you to fill out some papers and-"

"Kenny" the raven-haired male said cutting off Damon's sentence.

"Excuse me?"

"My name," the male blushed ever so slightly, "my name is Kenny."

Damon paused from gathering paperwork, "Kenny?" The name rolled off his tongue and sent chills down his spine. He began to understand why he had stayed after hours to fix this particular man's car.

Kenny sat in a chair closest to the desk and watched Damon fumble, trying to find the rest of the paperwork. It felt almost surreal to watch Damon search for the papers. His body glistened with sweat despite of the cold December weather outside. His toned muscles moved, glowing into the next movement like a rivers current...

"Sorry for taking so long," Damon said, pulling Kenny's mind from what his father would call unholy thoughts, "normally I'm not the one who does the paperwork and stuff."

Kenny looked down at his hands that lay in hid lap. "I'll wait," Kenny's eyes began to burn once again as he remembered his father's words. He was going to start crying again. What was wrong with him?

Damon handed Kenny a piece of paper to fill out. Before Kenny could even grab a pen, however, Damon spoke. "Do you...I mean....swing that way?" Damon instantly regretted the words once he had said them.

"Excuse me!" Kenny growled rising to his feet. How had Damon known? Was he going to expose him to the town? What would his father say then? Was it really that obvious? "Why would you ask such a vile question?"

Damon's face hardened as he pushed away his feelings. "Just a common question now-a-days I suppose. Damon shrugged and handed Kenny a pen before quickly racing to the back of the shop.

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