Aian smiled softly down at the man napping on his lap.
Kalvin’s head rested on Aian’s thighs with his cheek pressed against his stomach. His arms looked a little awkward with the way they were angled, so he waited until the man had fallen asleep then moved one of the pillows he had placed on the couch earlier onto his chest and Kalvin automatically curled his arms around it.
Seeing Kalvin sleeping so peacefully while cuddling the pillow had Aian hard pressed to resist the urge to grab his phone and take a picture. If it had been any other time, he probably would have snapped off a photo.
But not today.
No, this one’s owned by the moment alone. This one’s for the memories. His memories.
It had been an interesting challenge to look after a potentially fragile Kalvin without making it obvious that he was doing so. Or at least so obvious as to get a comment from the man about it.
Kalvin didn’t like being babie
It had been a surprisingly pleasant few days. Aianendeavoredto get as much of the week off as possible so they could spend their time together. There were only a few shoots that couldn’t be canceledbut Kalvinused those times to work from home, making calls and sorting through the most urgent things that needed his attention. Although honestly,there wasn’t much that Blakecouldn’t handle on his own. He was exceedingly competent but disliked being a leader. There was that added bit of pressure being the one to make the final decisions, he supposed. Also dealing with people who were often demanding and irritating, Blakealways had preferred paperwork over people. Kalvindidn’t blame him. He had more or less viewed people as things before Aian. After he closed off that part of himself, people were only tools to be used. He saw his empire in his mind’s eye as a puzzle. A giant, intricate
Aianreached a hand out to gently ran his fingers through Kalvin’s hair. He had been trying to get up to make breakfast for a good ten minutes so far but his twin flame’s arms were wrapped around his waist in a death grip. He wiggled into a sitting position but Kalvincurled up around him even more and sleepily refused to let go. Aianwould have found it cute if it hadn’t been for the fact that he wanted to eat something before he headed off for work. He opened his mouth to say something but his stomach beat him to it and emitted a loud rumble. A sleepy red eye opened and cast a rather ineffectual glare at the photographer’s stomach. Aiancouldn’t hold back a giggle at the sight. Over the last week,Kalvinhad pretty much gone back to his usual self except for a few extra touchy-feely moments. Aianquickly worked out that the man seemed to take a lot of reassurance from physical touch and reciprocated
“I was trying to get a shot of some creepy old politician rumoredto be picking up some high school girls and spotted you. I recognizedFenellere fromthephotos from Officer Curtis. He’s been trying to bring him down for ages, he’s been getting on my case about doing stakeout work for him,” Ronnsaid then snorted in derision. “There’s big money in that scoop but nothing if you can’t get a damn picture.” The editor spoke up when Aiandidn’t replyas the raven head was still staring blankly at the photos, his mind racing. “I thought you said you weren’t investigating him when you turned down that tipoff,”the editor commented, confusion in his voice. Aian finally looked up to him, his eyes wide, the color draining from his face. “I-I’m not- I just....” Enjipicked out a photo where Kalvinclearly had an arm around Aian’s waist and gave a low whistle, eyebrows shooting up. “I never took you to be t
Aianhad finally gotten Kalvin’s approval to have their story run in the twin flamemagazine he took photos for, provided Kalvin’s name was kept anonymous. So he ran through the basic details with the editor and owner of the magazine, Lori, justlikehe promised a few weeks ago. She was so excited and happy for him that it made him a little embarrassed at times. It was nice to have a reminder over just how special their relationship is and how lucky they were to have found each other. Loriwas relieved to be able to publish their happy story in this month’s edition, all the other major stories they had were on the tearful, depressing side. They didn’t want to discourage anyone in their search for their own twin flameafter all. Details written down on the small notebook that Loricarried and coffee all finished, they made to leave the small coffee shop where they had been holed up. Aiancaught Dale’s att
Aianwaved off his guards and bounced up the steps to Brent’s apartment. He knocked on the door to announce his presence before just letting himself in and slipping his shoes off. A yell indicated that his friends must be in the lounge. As he made his way further inside, he discovered his two best friends on the couch. Samlay spread across the couch with his head in Brent’s lap, arm thrown across his face, hiding it. “Hey guys! What’s up?” “Hey, Yanyan,Sam’s having an existential crisis,” Brentsaidwith an exasperated smile. “Really? Why?” Brentlaughed and poked his platonic twin flameon the shoulder. Samgroaned but otherwise didn’t respond. Aiantook a seat on the floor in front of the couch and looked at Brentcuriously. “So, what’s going on?” “I was kind of hoping you might have some advice for our poor confused friend here and I thought that a game nigh
Aianwas glad to have his regular guards back. He only had Kalvin’s guards for one day but they were so stiff and boring. If he was to be followed around all day and babysat, he could at least enjoy the company. It had been a week since the coffee shop twin flameincident and Aianhad been pleased to hear that Daleand Lori’s first date had gone well. Daleactually pulled Aianaside one time when he went to the office to meet Kalvinfor lunch and thanked him for being the catalyst of their meeting. He still offered his thanks even after the photographer tried to say he wasn’t really responsible. He had even overheard Blakesay he had never seen the stoic bodyguard so happy before. The man could always be seen with a slight smile gracing his lips now. Aiansecretly thought the whole thing was a little bit cute. He was exiting the newspaper office with more concrete information over where Scot
Kalvinwas fuming. Calebhad reported the incident between his twin flame and the police officer a few hours ago and he still couldn’t calm the anger surging through his veins. Aianhad burned off his frustrations over the whole thing and was already tucked up at the penthouse for an afternoon nap. Unfortunately,Kalvinwas held up at the office andunable to join his little lover. Even Aianfinally treating the penthouse as a second home couldn’t lift his moodup. Even worse was that none of his contacts within the police could confirm if something was about to happen. He knew Officer Curtisand the man wouldn’t confront Aianunless they were about to make a move. Neviwas still on the loose as well. A heavy foreboding feeling sat in his gut. Aianhad a lastminute stakeout planned for tonight, having only just confirmed the location that morning. The warehouse l
“Mr.Fenellere,” Blakebowed formally as he entered his office once again. His secretary- slash- cousin had been back and forthperiodically this evening keeping him uptodate with all the proceedings. “Nevihas lost his tail,” he informed him, his voice clipped as he spoke quickly to convey his message. “How?” Kalvinsnarled, his emotions briefly breaking through his appearance of calm. “The two tracking him had not reported in on time and two men were dispatched to follow up. They discovered one of the club’s waitresses, Sallie Mason, in the process of moving their drugged bodies.” “Were they able to get any information from her?” “No. She has refused to say a word; however, the drug she gave the two men is similar to that which was supposed to have been slipped to Aian, only stronger in potency. Both men have been rushed to the hospital to have their stomachs pumped. The doses were such that it mi