“I’m sure I just need to sleep it off.”
Aya nodded as she stood back up and gathered her laptop.“Sure.Hey, feel better.”
“Thanks.”He kept the apologetic smile plastered onto his face until she was out of sight.Then, he jumped up, scrambled his things together, and rushed out of the office before his arm was through his jacket’s sleeve.
Sevenpm.
Eightpm.
Ninepm.
This was a fucking joke.
Baz paced around his living room.The black sky had long swallowed the sun, and still, not a single fucking word from Sami.Baz was a hair’s breadth away from calling him to demand answers—but then Sami would know he was waiting for him, and he did not want to give him that kind of power either.
Maybe he had misinterpreted the messages.Maybe this was all part of a weird power trip, and Sami was currently in some douchebag’s bed, getting sat on and having the time of his fucking life—
Knock knock.
Finally!
Baz was at the door in two long strides and ripped it open.And there was Sami, charmingly disheveled, no sign of an injury that would explain his tardiness.In fact, he was gorgeous as always, his wide smile showing off the crooked tooth.The dick.
“Hi.”
Hi?That was all he had to say for himself?
“You’re late.”
“Does that annoy you?”
“Yes!”He had lied to Aya for nothing, had wasted hours waiting that he could have spent working—
“Good.”
A hand wrapped around the back of his neck; Sami claimed his lips in a soft kiss.No movement, no demand for more.That was new.
Baz lingered in his proximity, noses touching.“What happened to all your other people?”
“You’ll do.”With that, Sami kissed him again, just as sweet.A low hum escaped Baz.He threw the door shut, cupped Sami’s hips.The tension bled from his body with every second he got to hold him close.
If this was Sami’s way of apologizing, it wasn’t awful.
When they came apart, Sami’s forehead was in creases above his heartbreakingly round eyes.
“You’re not mad?”
Of course he was.Had been, anyway.It seemed like a waste to keep it up now they finally could get to the good part.So then, why did Sami look so disappointed?
“You want me mad?”
“Obviously.It’s more fun when you resent me.Keeps the passion alive.”It sounded like one of his jokes, except toneless, missing the usual glee.
Sami’s hands glided to his collar.Baz’s tie was long gone, but Sami freed the top two buttons from their prisons.His movements bordered on mechanical.
What had gotten into him?And how could Baz fix it?
He maneuvered a curl off Sami’s forehead, used the chance to stroke through his tangled hair.“Don’t worry.I still dislike you as much as the day I met you, and I resent you plenty.”
