With a sigh, he turned and led his companion to their destination. Brookstones’ abode was a brickhouse towering over the rest of the quiet outskirts of town despite having only two storeys. With ivy climbing up its walls on the front and the most impressive garden Kai had ever seen in the back. It was a quiet oasis away from prying eyes thanks for the small forest hugging it from all three sides. With a majestic sakura cherry as its living and breathing heart. The place he first met Cole. He worried about his plants getting trampled first, and about the man who just jumped over his fence like an olympic gymnast second. Glistening with sweat from hard work and with pink petals nestled within his dark hair. Kai’s breath hitched with desire to kiss him the way the spring sun did.
Reasons why he was there were unimportant, and definitely not of criminal character.
What mattered was Cole laid his eyes on him once and immediately got hooked. And given how reclusive the family was, Kai really could not have stumbled on greater luck. Cole had eyes for him and only for him (and his garden, which he picked up taking care of after his mother passed). And Kai knew it—not that Cole had the people skills to hide his infatuation—which was so terrible for Cole but oh so wonderful for Kai.
