Chapter 19

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Sorry that it's short and kinda boring but the next chapter will come very soon.

Adam’s POV

Friday. Finally. 

Adam walked through his front door with Blake right behind him. He threw down his things and Blake did the same. Adam turned around and kissed Blake. Blake didn’t let go of his lips as they stumbled over each other and found their way onto Adam’s bed. Suddenly Adam felt a pain in his stomach, much like what he had felt before. He pulled his mouth away from Blake’s and tried to sit up.

“Blake, get off of me.”

“But we just started,” Blake whined like a little kid as he reluctantly pulled away.

Adam sat up on the edge of the bed and rested his elbows on his knees with face in his hands. He was feeling dizzy and nauseous.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Blake positioned himself close to Adam and put an arm around him.

After a few moments Adam slowly raised his head. “I just didn’t feel good for a second.”

“C’mere, I’ll make you feel better.”

Adam gave himself to Blake and laid back down with him. Blake cuddled him and kissed him. Adam’s stomach hurt, but he found the pain slowly diminishing the longer he was wrapped in Blake’s embrace. By the end of the session, the pain had subsided.

“Better?” Blake asked.

“Yes, much better.”

They laid there in silence. Adam didn’t know what he’d do without Blake. 

 ***

It was getting late, so Blake said his goodbyes and went home. Another painful separation. It was becoming harder and harder to be without Blake, and so much more satisfying to be with him.

Adam went to the fridge and grabbed a soda, hoping it would help settle his stomach. He guessed this was the beginning of the aftermath of his surgery. He sat down on a chair and sipped from the bottle. It helped a little, but not like being with Blake had. What a strange phenomenon, what an effect one person could have one another. Blake had done so much for him, and he wished he could give something back.

Blake’s POV

Blake hadn’t told Adam, but things were still pretty tense with Miranda. In fact, they had gotten worse. Tonight was no exception. He was trying to get home earlier than he originally had, but it was still too late for Miranda’s taste. She didn’t have her back toward him engulfed in something else like she usually did. Instead, she was facing him directly, leaning against a counter with her arms folded over her chest.

“I thought I had told you to not stay out so late.”

Part of Blake hated her for acting this way, but the better part of him knew she was right. He had slowly been slipping away from her again, being out of the house more and more and staying out later. He promised her he would spend more time with her, and he hadn’t really kept that promise. She had mostly kept quiet, but he knew it upset her. It was just a matter of time before she said anything else.

He answered the same way he always had, with a weak, hollow apology. “Babe, I’m sorry. It’s just…”

“No, Blake. No more excuses. Now, there’s some reason why you’re still staying out late.”

“What do ya mean, still?”

“I was upset when you were spending so much time with Adam in the hospital, but I understood it. He needed comfort, I realize that. But now, quite frankly, there’s really no excuse. He’s fine now, back out on his own, yet you still insist on being with him more than me.”

“I’ve always hung out with him, I don’t know why this is any…”

She cut him off again. “Don’t you tell me that you’ve ever spent this much time with him, because you haven’t. I don’t know if you realize it or not, but our relationship is not what is used to be because of you.”

It was hard for him to come up with something else to say now because as he thought about it, there really was no good excuse as to why he was with Adam more now. The hospital visits had saved his butt for a while, but now he didn’t have that. All he had was ‘I’m hanging out with Adam more because he’s my boyfriend and I love him and we kiss more than you and I do,’ and no way in hell was he telling her that.

She must have sensed something was up because she continued with, “If I didn’t know better I’d say you two were dating or something.” With that she walked away and sat down on a living room chair.

That hit too close to home. He debated what he should do; let it slide, or convince her nothing was going on between him and Adam. It probably wouldn’t matter either way, she clearly had her suspicions. Instead of getting in any deeper, he simply passed by her on his way upstairs and said, “I’m sorry.”

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