Len has found his mate, but there's an unexpected obstacle.
He's recessive.
Len thought that he would always love Ahote, and all he had to do was grow up and claim him.
Before he could come of age and confess his feelings to the man he loved, a Sibe...
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LEN
Adyen seemed to be a lot better overall. He was smiling more, and he spaced out less. We were also more public with affection—holding hands and sitting very close together.
It should have made me happy, and it did, but a part of me was confused. Adyen had never directly told me, but I knew that he had problems with being open about his sexuality. His hand would loosen when one of his track mates came into view, but he would try to keep his hand still—still hold me. I wondered when he had come to the decision that he wouldn't care anymore, but even though we had grown closer, Adyen was still being private with some things—a lot of things. To borrow his phrasing, sometimes I felt like I didn't get to know him. I felt a bit shut out of his private life.
Sometimes I wonder if we'd get along if we didn't have this silly werewolf thing in common and it spirals into deep-seated anxiety. I was heading in the direction of one of those now and needed to think of something else to distract me.
"Who are you texting?" I asked, rolling on my side until I was staring at Adyen's phone.
"I'll tell you later," Adyen mumbled his favorite new phrase before he clicked out of the chat screen and shoved his phone under a pillow. We were both lying down sideways on his bed. I've been coming to his room more regularly since that day I caught him talking to the biker out in the snow.
I raised my head, pouting. "There's a lot of things you're saving for later," I said, watching as Adyen gave me a brief smile before letting out a sigh. I didn't want to show that I was a bit restless, but I was. I trusted that Adyen would tell me about whatever was going on sooner or later, but the emotions I could sense from him made me curious. Sometimes they were excited, and other times they were dull and seemed stressed but not in a bad way. It felt like he was stressed by learning something new but enjoyable.
"Yeah," he said before looking away from me. I guessed that was the end of the discussion.
It was about six in the evening, and I hadn't planned to head back home tonight. The forecast said there would be cold rain, and I, as usual, wasn't wearing my gloves.
