Todos los capítulos de CONFESS TO ME: For God Until Him: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

BLAZE I listened in the darkness to the silence after the door closed behind me. I heard no footsteps. Not even his mumbling, as I expected. Only my ragged breathing.Maybe I was delusional, thinking he would follow.I took the borrowed shirt off, checked the dressing, and sat down on the edge of the bed. The flesh wound ached. I ignored it. My hard-on was still there, and I wondered what was on his mind. He didn't seem to hate the kiss, and the way he responded was divine, the sound he had made as my fingers probed through his flesh. I did not touch myself. Sometimes denial was useful.Rico's message flashed across my phone's screen."Boss, the East docks have been quiet. Bowscut is shipping through the cannery complex. We already have two men in position."I keyed in a message."Wait for now. Keep watch quietly. I want no bloodshed. Report to me at dawn."I set my phone face down, not caring for a reply.An hour went by, and I heard the living room floorboard shift slightly under

MICAH.The question landed like a slap. My mouth opened. Nothing useful came out. “N-no. I– it was– I don’t remember dreaming anything. I never… I mean people dream all kinds of dreams– it doesn’t mean—” I was drawing a circle on my thigh with one finger before I even realized it. His eyes traced them and I snatched them back like it had burned me. My face felt so hot I wanted to press it into the floor. Every word came out broken, pitched too high, stumbling over the next. I sounded exactly as stupid as I felt. Blaze’s eyes dropped. I followed his gaze before I could stop myself. The front of my sleep pants was darker than its regular shade with a large, unmistakable wet patch. The evidence of everything the dream had done to me sat there in plain view, slick and damning. Something inside my chest collapsed. I lunged to my feet so fast the room tilted, snatched the first pair of clean pants I could reach, and bolted for the bathroom. I slammed the door, locked it with t

MICAH.I stared at him.The command hovered between us. I was still pressed against the wall. My wrists hurt from the way he had grabbed them just seconds before. His eyes never wavered from mine."Get on the bed."Before I could process the words, my feet were moving. I got to the bed and sat on its edge. The mattress gave slightly beneath my weight. My hands lay on my thighs, but they would not remain still.Blaze made his way across the room in three quick steps and stopped in front of me. He looked down at me. Silence stretched between us."Lie down."I did as he said. My head hit the pillow. The sheets were still scented with his smell from last night. My heart pounded against my ribcage so hard that I was sure he could hear each beat.Blaze climbed on the bed after me. The mattress gave under his weight. He knelt between my legs. One of his hands was already making its way up my body. "B-Blaze… what… what are you doing?" My voice broke on the words. The question sounded weak an

BLAZE'S POV I had already pulled on the dark hoodie and the nose mask was up over the bottom half of my face by the time he was done cleaning up. It felt heavy on my shoulders. I checked the injury one last time in the bathroom light. The skin had healed much more than I had anticipated. Tight and pink. Almost ready to leave the bandage behind for good.I did not want that day to come.The bandage was the only concrete justification I still had to be under his roof without making it known. Without it, I would have to think of something else, and thinking of something around Micah was always more expensive than it needed to be. I pressed two fingers against the edges of the tape and left it be.I still hated him for leaving. This had not changed in all those years since the funeral. Three years of silence after the funeral. Three years of nothing. The hate stayed right where it had always been. But the rest of it did not move either. The need for him to be close. The need for him to b

BLAZE The shot cracked over our heads and the concrete bit into my palms as I shoved Micah under me. His body went rigid for half a second before the fear hit him full force and he clutched at my hoodie like it was the only solid thing left in the world. I kept my weight over him just long enough to check the angle of the car, then dragged him by the arm toward the nearest dumpster alley. The black sedan had already started to turn. I pushed him behind the metal bin and pressed him flat against the brick. “Stay here. Do not come out. Do not make a sound. Nod if you understand what I am saying to you.” He nodded once, eyes wide, breath coming too fast. “B..Blaze.” “It's okay. I can handle them.” He held my arm. “Don't go.” He begged. I held his hand and gently let it off to hold it against my palm. “Trust me. I won't die today or tomorrow. We're leaving together.” I watched him try to calm his breath, and I waited counting as I kept my senses alert for the attackers mov