Unwilling to Be Yours

It’s Me Me Monday! A day to promote, strut, and celebrating your Me-ness!

Only poor Peter isn’t feeling much like celebrating in the next part of Unwilling to Be Yours. Neither is Christopher.

This is the second prelude I’m posting to Stealing Myself From Shadows in segments. It’s updated every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday here.


He stared at me with flushed cheeks and bright eyes. He balled his trembling hands into fists.

“I apologize.” I took another step back. “I promised I wouldn’t flirt with you. It’s very hard for me to keep my hands off you.”

“This is why I say you expect too much,” Christopher whispered. A shudder ran through his slender frame. “I’m not sure if I can be anyone’s lover. I’m not even sure if I was in love with Damian, although he was the most important person in the world to me.”

I studied his trembling lips, the liquid confusion swimming in his violet blue irises.

Innocent, indeed.

I considered his words, weighed them in my mind.

Did Christopher claim to have no passion?

No, I knew this wasn’t true.


To be continued on Wednesday (QueerBlogWed)…

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