Kairos - Blood (MxM) | Book 2 | ✅

8.Lost

Where the fuck could they be?

I rummaged through the oaken desk in my bedroom. Papers, pens, notebooks scattered in disarray. None of them black. I bumped into the opened drawer and a lightning pang shot through my shin.

There weren't enough curse words to express my anger so I kicked the drawer and stubbed my toe in the hardwood.

Thud. I fell on my ass and rubbed the throbbing toe cackling. Stupid jerk.

Some food would help settle my nerves and then I had to get ready for work even if it was Lazy Thursday — I had woken up late.

Gazing at the calendar on the fridge, I nibbled at my toast. Today, 30th November. Yesterday... Jack hadn't crossed my birthday out so I went to the fridge. Click. The pen slid out of its magnetic cap.

One dot. Two dots. A bent line. Circle. There. That day was marked now - with a smiley face. I snickered and bit my lower lip.

Apparently, I'm a cheesy guy.

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Jack had another party or something. So when I got back from work I knew there'd be an empty apartment waiting and a lonely evening to look forward to. But it was fine. How clingy could a man be before his lover got sick of him? Lover. I smirked fiddling with the word in my head, petting it gently and framing it in gold and silver. Stop gushing, Not Steve.

Alarm code, keys, coat, shoes, slippers. I was home. Click. Lights bathed the apartment and I looked about as if seeing the place for the first time. When had I started to call Jack's apartment my home?

A note greeted me on the kitchen island.

'Your gift is upstairs. Sorry it's a day late. Jack. PS: Go to bed early.'

"I'll go to bed when I'll go to bed, controlling asshole," I mumbled with a smirk and folded the note.

As I mindlessly slipped it in my pocket, my eyes fell on the calendar. A new smiley face had made an appearance next to the one I had drawn. It had a crooked smile with a fang. Shit, Jack.

Thump-thump-thump. My tiny heart stirred and I kissed the smiley face as my cheeks caught fire. I pressed my forehead on the calendar page and let out a sigh. I was so screwed. What was I supposed to do with all those fluffy feelings?

Quickly. A distraction.

Up the twirling staircase, I stomped and flipped on the lights.

A gift, huh? I expected a box of sex toys. Maybe even a book, if Jack wanted to play the gentleman. But never this.

The room had been transformed from an empty luminous cave into a study. All my boxes gone. With reverent steps, I dared enter the sanctum.

A large oriental carpet draped the marble floor. A note pinned to it read: 'For your sprawling needs.' I laughed quietly and picked up the note.

Flanked on both sides by tall oaken bookcases, I picked the one on my right to check out first. My books stacked the shelves, not nearly enough to fill them. Jack had even organized them alphabetically. Neat freak, he knows that won't last long.

The other bookcase sheltered my folders and files. College-related on the top shelves, while my writing failures bundled on the lower ones.

Another note on the middle shelf: 'Anything missing, let me know.'

Yes, something was missing. 'My memories', the black notebooks, were nowhere in sight.

One other piece of furniture left to check. A cabinet next to the bookcase on the left. I threw myself at it. Most drawers were empty and what other crap of mine had made its way in there, was not what I was looking for.