Page 13 of Loving Liam


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I nodded and went downstairs, taking the now lukewarm coffee with me.

I rinsed the cup while the milk warmed on the stove. When it was ready, I added a little sugar and sprinkled some chocolate powder on top. Since when did I do this?

I climbed the stairs and knocked on the door, not wanting to barge in. I waited for his response.

A distinctly brighter voice answered me, inviting me in.

He was sitting up in bed, looking much better. His clothes lay, neatly folded, on a chair in the corner. He wore a blue T-shirt with some sort of pattern on it, but I couldn’t make out what it was.

I handed him the mug, and he gestured for me to sit.

He took a sip and sighed. “Thanks for this and for looking after me. I feel like such a fucking idiot.”

“Why? You were upset. I was here to comfort you. Nothing wrong with that. What got you so unnerved? You mentioned someone being called Stuart. I can see how that would bother you.”

He placed the mug on the nightstand, snuggled down in his bed, and pulled the covers up around his chin.

“Look, you’re tired. You’ve had a rough night. This can wait until another day.”

“I want to tell you. If you’ve got time?”

I nodded. I had all the time in the world.

“I was at the club, dancing. I hadn’t really drunk that much, but the music was just right, you know? There was a thrill in the air, and I, well, I kinda knew how the night was going to end. I was in the mood. What can I say?”

“Go on. I’m listening.” I wasn’t sure if he needed a friend or a police officer. Who knew what had happened?

“I got to dance with this couple. A man and a woman. She was hot, I suppose. I’m not really into women, but occasionally, I’ll dance at the club with one. Anyway, there was a guy with her, built like a brick shithouse. Fucking huge.”

He bit his lip.

“I don’t need to tell you the exact details, but one thing led to another, and I found myself in a bit of a compromising position.”

Bless him, but he blushed, the tips of his ears turning pink.

He took a deep breath.

“She called him Stuart, and I fucking panicked. Thought I was gonna puke or have a heart attack. So I ran. I didn’t care where, and that’s when you found me.”

“I’m glad I did. You were freezing to death.”

“That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

There was that cute little smile again. Damn tease.

“No, I don’t. You looked completely out of it. Good job I was around.” I hated to think what might have happened had I not seen him. Anyone could have taken advantage. At least he was home safe.

He yawned and closed his eyes. I’d best get moving. Watching him sleep was creepy at best. I stood, but he grabbed my hand.

“Thank you…for you know, looking after me and bringing me home.”

He slurred his words, more from tiredness than anything else, I guessed. I believed him when he said he’d not drunk much.

“I’ll check on you tomorrow, make sure you’re okay. I’m going to head off now, but I’ll lock up.”

He sighed deeply but said nothing more, already under. All the worry on his face disappeared as he slept. The deep furrows on his brow melted away, giving him the youthful look I remembered from five years ago.

Younger men weren’t my usual thing, but tastes changed, or maybe we just liked what we liked. The men I’d been with were usually similar to me and were happy to bottom. Not saying I was a strict top, but I preferred it.

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