“They are.”
“What do they want with you?”
“That’s the best insult you got?Weak.You’re losing your game, Hadley.”
Yeah.Except Baz wasn’t interested in insulting Sami tonight.He had a much better idea.
He halted on the sidewalk, twirled Sami against his chest, and kissed him.Sami melted into him.His nails left hot trails on Baz’s neck that chased a shudder down his spine.
A drop of water hit Baz’s forehead.He was too busy kissing Sami to care, even when the wind launched its attack to throw them off-balance.He simply held Sami tighter.
“Thank you.For being there,” Baz muttered.
“Anytime, hayati…”
Baz blinked.“What?”
“Uh.”Sami’s eyes darted to the floor.His cheeks turned adorably pink.“It’s Arabic for pain in my ass.”
How was being bilingual something to be embarrassed about?Passing Spanish in high school had been luck rather than skill, and Baz had dropped it as soon as he could to salvage his GPA.
“You speak Arabic?”
“Not all that great anymore.I understand a lot, but I’ve fallen out of practice speaking it since my teta—my grandmother—died.My mom tries to get me back into it, but, you know.”
Even so, that was still a hell of a lot more Arabic than Baz spoke.“That’s hot.”
A toothy grin spread on Sami’s face.“Yeah?”
“Say it again.”
“Hayati.”His cheeks were as red as a rose.Stunning.
“Hayati,” Baz echoed, tried the word on for size.“So, could I call you that?”
Sami’s eyes turned impossibly round, shining so bright, they made the thick raindrops shimmer like crystals.“Only if you mean it.”
“My hayati.”Yeah, he liked the way that felt in his mouth.
Sami grabbed his face and pulled him down, claiming his lips in a hard kiss that made the rain evaporate around them and Baz’s dick twitch.They needed to get home, now, before he did something stupid like following that rat into the filthy alley.Sami deserved so much better than being fucked against a rusty fence.
The seven blocks to his apartment felt like twenty with the rain drenching them.When they finally got home, Baz stripped off his soaking-wet suit jacket and shirt, and put them on the hanger behind the door to be dealt with tomorrow.
If Sami was trying to be subtle in checking him out, he was failing miserably.Baz squared his shoulders to offer the best view.
“Would you like another drink?”
“No, thank you.”
Sami came closer and slithered his hand along the waistband of Baz’s pants.Icy fingers teased underneath the fabric.He tilted his chin up.How could Baz say no to such a stunning invitation?
He leaned in slowly, taking a moment to appreciate the remains of the oakmoss and lime scent clinging to Sami.The sweet taste of rain lingered on Sami’s lips.Baz licked it up, gliding his hands to Sami’s ass.
“Oh, wait!”Sami pulled back.“I don’t want to hear you whine about getting glitter all over your bed.We need some baby oil.”His hands vanished, he moved toward the bathroom—Baz caught him around his waist and wrapped him up in his arms.
“Or.I have a bathtub big enough for two.If you’re interested.”He pressed a kiss on Sami’s pulse, another just above his shoulder.
“Love to,” Sami said hoarsely.Wonderful.
