wasn't sure why, but figured there must be some very good reason for the precaution. Probably to keep a certain distance between client and escort. So, when he'd thought of askingthis afternoon, Skye had dismissed the idea.
It was sometimes hard to remember Liamwasn't his friend or his boyfriend or even his lover. Skye looked up at Liam, suddenly needing to find out the truth, even a little.
"When you came here the first night, you called it a date, and I said not to, do youremember?"
Liam's brows knit and he nodded. "Of course. Honesty, yousaid, is what youwanted."
Skye nodded, insides jumping. "I realize probably a lot of clients you see more than once must think...well, you know, maybe there's more. Wishful thinking and all that. I'd like you to be honest with me, Liam, and I promise whatever your answer it won't affect our arrangement." He peered up at him. "I've never done this before...is this how it always feels?"
Liam slid his hand down Skye's arm to brush his fingers, idly toying with his hand. "How does it feel, my own?"
Skye's eyes closed and he let out a sigh before opening them. "It feels like...when you say that, when you call me your own... it--It makes me clench inside and then releases and I can breathe. It feels... real." He was mortified and unable to meet Liam's eyes. How ridiculous. He wanted to tellLiamhow he felt, the way he'd told Lindy, but he couldn't do it. How awkward would it be? However, he'd never felt so much for anyone, and it didn't feel like a fraud or like something he'd bought.
Liam didn't say anything for a moment, and when Skye glanced up at him, he wasn't sure how to read Liam's expression. Finally, Liamsmiled.
"Real is relative, Skye. Just because something isn't forever doesn't make it not real. So, yes, this is real. When I call you my own, it's because right now you are. Right now, I'm not thinking about anyone or anythingbut you. It doesn't get more realthanthat."
Skye had to appreciate Liam's very diplomatic answer. He could tellhe might have made the other man uncomfortable and regretted saying anything. He gave Liam a small smile. "I'm sorry. That was inappropriate to ask." He rubbed his palms on his thighs and took a deep breath. "I'mreadyto go."
Liam reached out and caught his hand, pulling him close again. "Wait. I don't want youto be sorry, Skye. I just don't want you to get hurt later on. I'm just the teacher, remember? I'm only getting you ready for the realthing. I'mnot the realthing, though. I can't be."
He sounded like he might regret that and it made Skye sad. He didn't want Liam to get hurt, either. He smiled and nodded. "I understand, I do. I won't get too attached, I promise."
Too late, he thought to himself. But he didn't have to go and do something dumb like tell Liam right this second. That'd just run him off, or so he'd read about menand suchthings. Lindyhad assured himhis best bet was to sneak in under the radar. Skye hadn't worked out how to do that. How did one surreptitiously make a manlike Liamfallinlove withhim?
He had time, though. For now, he was going to learn everything he could because what Liam was teaching him was very clearly all the things Liam liked. And Skye definitely wanted to know everything Liam
liked.When Liam didn't respond, his brows all furrowed
and eyes a little concerned still, Skye leaned up to brush a kiss to his lips. "Come on. Take me for a ride on your Harley, Liam. Take me wherever you want." His lips brushed against Liam's as he spoke. "I'm all yours, remember?" He felt very bold and when Liam's arm came around him and tugged him hard up against his chest, Skye decided Liamliked bold. Mentalnote.
Liamgrabbed the leather coat he'd given Skye and handed it to him. "Put it on. I've got an extra helmet and a hellofa night planned for you, professor."
Oh boy. Skye wasn't at all sure what Liam meant, but he didn't mind for once. Maybe this would be fun, letting Liam call all the shots. Heck, it'd worked out reallywellthe other
It was sometimes hard to remember Liamwasn't his friend or his boyfriend or even his lover. Skye looked up at Liam, suddenly needing to find out the truth, even a little.
"When you came here the first night, you called it a date, and I said not to, do youremember?"
Liam's brows knit and he nodded. "Of course. Honesty, yousaid, is what youwanted."
Skye nodded, insides jumping. "I realize probably a lot of clients you see more than once must think...well, you know, maybe there's more. Wishful thinking and all that. I'd like you to be honest with me, Liam, and I promise whatever your answer it won't affect our arrangement." He peered up at him. "I've never done this before...is this how it always feels?"
Liam slid his hand down Skye's arm to brush his fingers, idly toying with his hand. "How does it feel, my own?"
Skye's eyes closed and he let out a sigh before opening them. "It feels like...when you say that, when you call me your own... it--It makes me clench inside and then releases and I can breathe. It feels... real." He was mortified and unable to meet Liam's eyes. How ridiculous. He wanted to tellLiamhow he felt, the way he'd told Lindy, but he couldn't do it. How awkward would it be? However, he'd never felt so much for anyone, and it didn't feel like a fraud or like something he'd bought.
Liam didn't say anything for a moment, and when Skye glanced up at him, he wasn't sure how to read Liam's expression. Finally, Liamsmiled.
"Real is relative, Skye. Just because something isn't forever doesn't make it not real. So, yes, this is real. When I call you my own, it's because right now you are. Right now, I'm not thinking about anyone or anythingbut you. It doesn't get more realthanthat."
Skye had to appreciate Liam's very diplomatic answer. He could tellhe might have made the other man uncomfortable and regretted saying anything. He gave Liam a small smile. "I'm sorry. That was inappropriate to ask." He rubbed his palms on his thighs and took a deep breath. "I'mreadyto go."
Liam reached out and caught his hand, pulling him close again. "Wait. I don't want youto be sorry, Skye. I just don't want you to get hurt later on. I'm just the teacher, remember? I'm only getting you ready for the realthing. I'mnot the realthing, though. I can't be."
He sounded like he might regret that and it made Skye sad. He didn't want Liam to get hurt, either. He smiled and nodded. "I understand, I do. I won't get too attached, I promise."
Too late, he thought to himself. But he didn't have to go and do something dumb like tell Liam right this second. That'd just run him off, or so he'd read about menand suchthings. Lindyhad assured himhis best bet was to sneak in under the radar. Skye hadn't worked out how to do that. How did one surreptitiously make a manlike Liamfallinlove withhim?
He had time, though. For now, he was going to learn everything he could because what Liam was teaching him was very clearly all the things Liam liked. And Skye definitely wanted to know everything Liam
liked.When Liam didn't respond, his brows all furrowed
and eyes a little concerned still, Skye leaned up to brush a kiss to his lips. "Come on. Take me for a ride on your Harley, Liam. Take me wherever you want." His lips brushed against Liam's as he spoke. "I'm all yours, remember?" He felt very bold and when Liam's arm came around him and tugged him hard up against his chest, Skye decided Liamliked bold. Mentalnote.
Liamgrabbed the leather coat he'd given Skye and handed it to him. "Put it on. I've got an extra helmet and a hellofa night planned for you, professor."
Oh boy. Skye wasn't at all sure what Liam meant, but he didn't mind for once. Maybe this would be fun, letting Liam call all the shots. Heck, it'd worked out reallywellthe other
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