” “So, what have you been up to during these last few years?” I asked, and got back to finishing my burger.
He shrugged. “This and that. I worked small jobs, just like this one. I thought about moving from New Jersey for a while, and I finally did it. There was too much history there,” he added in a small voice.
My stomach clenched with guilt. “You moved straight to Seattle?”
“How did your family react?”
“They weren’t thrilled. But they’d finally given up on trying to push me out of my gayness in order to marry their neighbor’s daughter, so they didn’t make that much of a fuss either.”
“Are you happier here?”
He looked away. “I guess. Some things are the same, but at least the scenery is new. I’m not trying to rock my own pity party here. It’s just been tough.”
“Did you go through a bad breakup before moving away? I mean, if it’s not too personal to ask.”
“You mean another one, after ours?” he said with his face still turned away, but glancing at me from the corner of his eye.
“I dated a few guys, but it never seemed to work out. So I can’t say there was any major breakup since us. What about you?”
“I dated casually, but not that much.”
“I don’t know if I should find that insulting or comforting,” he said, frowning. “It would have made more sense if you’d dumped me for someone else. Now you’re saying you dumped me for a series of random fucks?”
I bit my lower lip. “It sounds really bad if you put it like that. I ‘dumped’ you because I was confused and my mind was messed up. It wasn’t about wanting to date anyone else.”
“So I killed your appetite for relationships altogether? Wow.”
I reached out and set my hand over his on the coffee cup. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
We both stared at the point of contact. I felt sparks flying from that simple touch. Goddamn me, I wanted him back so bad right now.
“The fact that you left is still raw, all these years later. It’s why I know I still have feelings for you. If I didn’t, then seeing you again wouldn’t have gotten me too worked up, right?”
“You’re worked up?”
He rolled his eyes.
“I think you’re right. It’s how I know I still love you. Because seeing you did get me all sorts of worked up.”
“But if we do give it another shot, the resentment will pop up every now and then. Or more often. Or all the time. And I won’t act like it’s not there.”
“I wouldn’t want you to pretend.”
“Are you really sure you want to go down this road?” he asked, still staring at our touching hands.
I took a moment to think about it. “Yes. I am sure. And I’m aware that it won’t be easy.”
He looked up at me and smiled. “Where’s the fun in easy, right?”
I smiled back. “Right.”
“My break is kind of over. I’ll get your cinnamon rolls and the café frappe, okay?”
“Thanks for spending your break with me.”
He got up, grabbing his coffee cup and my empty plates. As he was leaving, he said over his shoulder, “I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else.”
“I’m happy you feel that way.” ”
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Twin souls reunited.
Drew’s always been a fighter: first in martial arts competitions, and now as a dreamcatcher—keeping the people of Seattle safe from spaga attacks that would drain their life force in their sleep. All he has to do to become a full member of Team 32 is complete his first mission.
But the first person he must defend is his ex, Angelo… the only man Drew ever loved, even if he was the one to leave. Drew never got over Angelo, and it seems Angelo might feel the same, despite the heartbreak he suffered at Drew’s hands.
As the chase after a powerful and resourceful caster hits close to home, old feelings resurface. But if Angelo learns of the dreamcatchers, he’ll be a target for the spaga. And how can he trust Drew now that Drew’s keeping bigger secrets than ever?
About Liv Olteano:
Liv Olteano is a voracious reader, music lover, and coffee addict extraordinaire. And occasional geek. Okay, more than occasional.
She believes stories are the best kind of magic there is. And life would be horrible without magic. Her hobbies include losing herself in the minds and souls of characters, giving up countless nights of sleep to get to know said characters, and trying to introduce them to the world. Sometimes they appreciate her efforts. The process would probably go quicker if they’d bring her a cup of coffee now and then when stopping by. Characters—what can you do, right?
Liv has a penchant for quirky stories and is a reverent lover of diversity. She can be found loitering around the Internet at odd hours and being generally awkward and goofy at all times.