~ HIS ANGEL BOY SERIES, BOOK 1 ✔ ~
"Don't try to fool yourself into thinking you didn't feel anything, Leto."
"I don't have to fool myself as I don't feel anything for you."
"Don't lie, don't make me do something I might regret."
"I doubt a creature...
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~Cairo~
The place is a full on stench fest.
For three days we have all had to endure the stench of a body decomposing, of course I have sympathy for Leto as he is important to me, but this has gone too far.
Sitting up in bed rubbing my temples, Jay under the covers cuddles more into my side, his hand gripping at my bare chest, the dry trails of his tears from last night still evident on his cheeks.
Examining his face, I bring my hand up to gently stroke a lock of his dark hair away from his face, my hand lingering there as my heart pangs in a way that tells me that I shouldn't be feeling it.
Sighing, I pull him closer to me as I sit up against the headboard, he responds in his sleep by burying his face in the flesh of my chest, feeling his amazingly warm breath on my skin.
Placing my hand in his hair, stroking through his gorgeous locks, being extra careful not to wake him seeing as these past few days has been hell, all he has done is cling to my side and sleep on my chest.
The only time I managed to get away was on the day we all got back with her, I spoke to Freddie for a while trying to cheer him up, then after about an hour Jay had come looking for me, he had snuck his head around the living room door with the look of a lost puppy in his eyes.
My heart filled with so much love, I couldn't help but get up with my apologies to Freddie, then go over and take him back to our room, once we got in there he immediately got into my lap, his face buried in my neck.
I felt his body tremble, his skin cold to the touch, knowing that my natural coldness could never warm him up, I grabbed a hold of the blanket at the end of our bed and wrapped it around the both of us, holding him to me.
Holding him as he wept in my arms that night, I had never felt so helpless, I didn't know what I could do other than just hold him, I had wished that I could have done something more.
His pain is my pain after all.
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Watching as his long lashes slightly move showing signs of waking, I stroke my thumb softly across his cheek, bending my head down to him, I press a kiss to his forehead, letting my lips linger against his warm skin for a few moments.
Moving away I watch as his eyes slowly flutter open, for a few seconds he doesn't seem to notice that I am there, then like a bomb going off inside of him, his eyes meeting mine, I could swear I can see the sadness roaming behind his eyes, almost as if he had forgotten the last few days.
Bringing my hand up once again, I cup his delicately small cheek in my hand, he looks away from me, stroking my thumb across his smooth skin I begin to start to hum a soothing tune to him, holding him more securely.
