My Heart | Book 4 of My Bodyguard

Chapter 8 |Connor

Geralt POV

Geralt checked the clock and frowned. It had only been forty-five minutes, give or take, since they had gotten back to the apartment. The walk back had been relatively quick. "We still have fifteen minutes," he replied, careful not to sound wary. He had made a poor comment, and now he was getting the feeling Dandelion was trying to send him away. He also couldn't see the man's hands currently, hidden as they were, which was only confirming his suspicions.

He set the spoon down and turned to face Dandelion fully. "I didn't mean it like that," he said quietly. "But if you need space I'll go." Dandelion couldn't, not dressed like that. Geralt would be fine as he was, and he had the trousers he had left to dry in the bathroom.

Besides, Dandelion's version of away, based on Monday night, involved running outside. With the current weather and the threats from the Corps, outside wasn't on the table either. Usually, being inside while a storm went on would be calming. Right now, it just felt suffocating. And he didn't need to make it any worse for Dandelion by Geralt still being here. He wouldn't be going far, or be gone long. The Corps would forgive him if and when they learned of this.

Julian POV

Dandelion watched Geralt's face, seeing how it changed into a frown. Oh fuck, he was trying to be damn well descrete. He looked to Geralt's eyes, a smile on his face before he swallowed and looked down at his socked feet. His attention moved back to Geralt as he put down the spoon and looked to him, why was he looking at him?

The words that followed made sense of the situation and suddenly looking at him. He stared at Geralt for a moment, debating in his mind what to do, to take up the offer or not. Geralt had already apologised, if he said yes then he would be a asshole, casting a man out of his own home. What type of person does that? Then he could say no, suck it up for a extra 15 minutes.

"No" He said softly before continuing on. "No, it's fine. It's your home, I shouldn't have suggested something like that. I'll put on some clothes and have a smoke. I won't go all the way on the rooftop, just open the door and have it on the stairs." He said with a small smile and a shrug. He didn't move from his spot yet, not wanting to move his hands away just yet from their hiding spot.

Geralt POV

Geralt grunted, accepting this turn of events. If it would make Dandelion happy. The man wouldn't be going far, and Geralt would see him in a short while anyways. If Dandelion needed space he could have it.

"Shout if you need me." He debated giving the man his shirt, then decided that Dandelion probably still had his own. And if he didn't, then Geralt would hand his over. But while they were of similar heights and not dissimilar builds, it was still easier for Dandelion to wear Geralt's clothing than vice versa. The man had taken almost all of his clothes, after all. Not that Geralt was complaining.

Much as he knew that he had no claim over Dandelion, and that he shouldn't want to have any, some possessive part of himself purred whenever he saw the man wearing his clothing, or when he smelled of Geralt more than anyone else.

In hindsight, it was probably better that Dandelion return to the cinnamon products. Geralt lost control around the man when he smelled himself on him.

He picked the spoon up again, keeping one eye on Dandelion. He was a bit uneasy about this, about Dandelion leaving without Geralt being there to keep an eye on him, but the man needed space. Ah, fuck, Geralt should have just gone to check on the laundry and kept his mouth shut about the time.

Julian POV

Dandelion gave Geralt a nod and a small smile, mainly to let him know that he didn't necessarily do anything wrong he was just super intense right now while Dandelion was really shaken up by a few memories reeling in his mind. What type of person was afraid of a fucking belt?