This isn't a long part, but I'm getting back into this story since Testing Passion is released, enWrappture is about to be released, and Bonded Hearts is off to line edits. *whew*
Also, I won't be on the Web from now until Friday since I'm off to a little mini vacation to the beach with my hubby and some friends. :D If I'm lucky, I might get to post something tomorrow before leaving, but no guarantees. So have a great week!
PS...forgive my errors. It's late at night and my 2 year old granddaughter has had me distracted all evening ;)
Ryan threw the cordless phone onto his bed, softly cursing. How hard was it to call a friend and ask for help? Obviously extremely difficult. Running his hands through his mused hair, Ryan glared at his reflection in the mirror.
“You’re such a pussy.”
It had been two weeks since he had dinner with Zack, Charlie, and Maria. Surprisingly, Zack had started calling Ryan after that night. At first the conversations had been short, nothing too personal. But as each day passed, they talked longer and the topics got more personal. Not quite intimate, but Ryan had learned more about Zack than Rob ever knew in their two-year relationship. Ryan felt as if he and Zack had become friends.
It was Ryan’s father’s birthday the follow day. So why was it so hard to ask his friend to go shopping with him?
“Because you’re afraid of rejection, you ass,” he told himself aloud. And it was true. Their friendship was formed over the phone lines. It had to be easier when Zack didn’t have to see the same face that filled his nightmares.
The shrill of the phone’s ringer made Ryan jump. Plopping down on the bed, he reached for the phone. The caller-id said it was Zack.
“Hey,” Ryan answered, hoping his voice sounded casual. “I didn’t expect to hear from you today. Is everything alright?”
“Yeah. I just got back from Dr. Parker’s office. I was wondering - -” he paused. Ryan held his breath. “Did you ever get your dad a gift?”
Ryan’s mouth open and closed twice before he cleared his throat, fighting to find his voice. “Actually, I was just about to head out to get it.”
There was silence over the line for several heartbeats. Ryan’s body tensed, his stomach tightly knotted.
“Well, I was wondering- - I mean, maybe I could- - or- - crap! It’s not as easy as she thinks.”
“Zack?” Ryan had a sense what he was wanting, but if the she was Dr. Parker, then he knew enough about psychology to know that whatever Zack was trying to do, he had to do so fully or not at all. Still, his gut did a little somersault of glee.
Zack sighed loudly. Ryan waited.
“What the hell,” he muttered. “Do you want some company, Ryan?”
Surprisingly, Ryan’s throat tightened as Zack’s words actually sank into his consciousness.
“Sure,” he managed to force out, his gut quivering with anticipation. Just the thought of seeing Zack again had blood rushing to his cock.
There was a small gasp over the line before Zack spoke again. “I’ll meet you outside your apartment in fifteen minutes.” He sounded breathless.
“Alright. See you then.” Ryan hung up looking at the phone dazed. His gaze shifted to his now aching groin. “Down boy. No action for you.” He shook his head to clear the haze. “Now, what to wear?” Ryan looked down at his pajama bottoms. If he was going out of the house today, he had to at least look as if he dressed and was active more than one day a week. Glancing at his watch, he rushed to the bathroom to shower and shave before Zack got there.