Dark Things Implied - Chapter 16
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“You’re starin’, Jameh,” he pointed out.
“Can’t help it,” Jamie replied softly. The way Alex’s expression changed a half dozen times at any point in the song made Jamie’s breath catch.
That was really the only reason he kept playing: for Alex’s obvious enjoyment. He would play for hours if it meant he could watch Alex, and a quick glance to the clock on his bedside told Jamie he’d done just that. It was after two pm already. The shift of weight on the mattress pulled Jamie’s attention back to the dark-eyed man perched next to him, one leg bent up, the other dangling, toes pressed to the carpet. With his hair falling softly around his dark eyes, Alex was simply gorgeous.
“You’re…really quite…” Jamie broke off with a helpless smile. “You’re amazing.”
Dark lashes fluttered at the admission, and Alex’s cheeks turned pinker, but he didn’t let his eyes stray from Jamie’s. “No, I’m not-”
“Yes, you are,” Jamie laughed with a shake of his head. “I know that’s a defense mechanism, Alex, denial, not seeing the truth. I mean, I don’t know how else I can put it to you: you’re unbelievably intelligent, and brave, and…” Once more Jamie trailed off and he looked away for a moment, the feeling inside of him tearing open every box he’d sorted his feelings into. “And someone is gonna end up getting hurt, Alex, but I don’t think it will be you.”
A small, feathery gasp escaped Alex’s mouth. Jamie swooped in, angled his head, and kissed Alex softly, swiftly. He pulled back for heartbeat, one that pounded in Alex’s veins, and then he was cupping Alex’s cheek, slipping the guitar from his lap to stand it on the floor against the bed. Then he turned and gathered Alex into the vacant space.