No Love Like This (BOYXBOY) **Under Construction**

Chapter 11

Luke POV

 “You know I’m out here, right?”

Silence.

“Your sister is really cute.”

Nothing.

I look up at the ceiling looking for answers on what to do. Sliding my back down the door, I pull my knees close to my chest, resting my head on them.

“I don’t know what I did, but...I’m sorry. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you so please...open the door. I…” I clear my throat. “I really miss you, Zayne. I miss you so much it physically hurts.”

Again nothing.

“Well, I’m not leaving until you come out. Of course, I would like it to be some time before your brothers come home from school, but whatever,” I shrug, trying to get more comfortable by stretching out my legs and resting my head against the door.

I close my eyes, trying to focus my powers on listening for Zayne’s heartbeat. It seems he closer than he was when I first showed up and I mentally call out to him which triggers my memory. The wolfsbane isn’t gone completely, but I hope this will still work. I tune out everything but the sound of Zayne’s heart, imagining invisible threads are connecting us together.

Hello? I hear clattering in the room and smile. Did I scare you?

Luke? How are you doing this?

I shiver as his enchanting voice enters my head and realize how much I really missed hearing it. It’s the power of our love.

I hear a snort in the other room. Yeah, right.

I’m serious.

So, you’re saying there’s love between us?

I stop short and pause too long before I hear Zayne say, Nevermind. It was a stupid question.

Why is it stupid? I ask, confused. Sure I hesitated but that’s only because...because I was caught off guard. Is that how he really feels about us? That our relationship is stupid?

Nothing. Forget it.

I try a different approach. We need to talk about...a lot of things. And even though hearing your voice inside my head is new and exciting, I still want to see. I want to touch you, Zayne. I pause. You don't feel the same way?

There's a silence and then I hear shuffling from the other side of the door. I hear the door click and nearly fall back when he swings it open. I look up to see my mate and he has never looked so beautiful to me. His bed head is shooting in all different directions, his disheveled crumpled clothes look like they've been slept in for a few days, and his pale blue eyes look utterly exhausted; in summation, he looks worse than he did when I saw him at the hospital and I've never wanted him more.

It might just be my wolf in heat but I just want to touch him all over, memorizing his entire body with only the touch of my fingers. As if he can read my mind, he takes a step back as I stand up and walks over to his bed and grabs a pillow using it as barrier between me and him. I smirk and hold my hands out wide to indicate I'm harmless as I inch closer to him, never breaking eye contact.

"You look stunning." I tell him, only half joking as I stop just short of a foot away from his spot on the bed.

He snorts and looks away, subconsciously trying to straighten up his clothes. "You’re so full of shit."

"And other things," I reply with a shrug. I motion to the spot next to him and he gives me a nod. I make sure our legs are touching as I face him resisting the urge to purr as the tension in my shoulders eases just from the tiniest of contact.