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From my brand new release: Cid. Here is the blurb for this new work:
Ask 26-year-old artist Cid Walker how he’s feeling and you’ll likely get a snarl, or a glare, but not a real answer. Cid’s soul is so damaged from a brutal and savage ex-fiancé that trusting anyone is out of the question.
Two classmates try to get his attention; Barry and Kellen. Barry is only 18 and a very naïve, sweet boy-next-door type who is young, needy, and anxious to get involved with the mysterious artist. He wants to be with Cid more than anything, but his efforts fail.
Kellen, all of 22, is as snarky as Cid is at first, but soon manages to get across to him. Kellen understands why Cid is acting out because Kellen is also keeping his soul and psyche intact with mere Band-Aids after being attacked a few years ago.
Add in a stalker that won’t take ‘no’ for an answer and you have Cid’s life at the moment. Who can get through his broken heart?
We pick up right from where we left off; and a long size snippet so we get more of this lunch with Cid and Barry 🙂
He remembered his foster parents would make that from time to time and it almost made him smile; at least the food was good then. The couple assigned to him? Not so much.
“Good soup today,” Barry commented as he slowly slurped the viscous liquid.
Cid was mesmerized by Barry’s long, pinkish lips puckering and opening to let the soup inside. They looked soft, and sweet. How he missed kissing…but it’d been too long now; he hated to even want to try again. At the moment, however, that was becoming all too difficult to remember.
“You like your fries?” Barry asked.
“Huh?” Cid was startled out of his mental fantasy. “Oh. Yeah. They’re good. Ever try them?”
“Yeah I have. Hey…about earlier. I’m sorry.”
Cid raised his brows. “You are? For what?”
“For coming on too strong. I guess…I felt a vibe between us. I guess us having lunch together kinda makes up for it though, huh?” His cheeks pinked up and he bowed his head. Good Lord, the guy was nervous as all hell. His hand went to his neck and his posture slumped.
“Chill, dude,” Cid started. “I’m the one that went ballistic. Relax, okay? You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Barry’s lake eyes looked up. “I didn’t?” He sounded so young and sweet. Cid felt an urge he’d not felt in eons; to actually physically touch someone. In this case, on the shoulder.
“No way. I’m the jerk-wad. You’re not.”
A bright smile flashed on those lips and Barry locked eyes with him. “Oh, wow! Are…are those real?”
Cid went mute. “W…What? Are what real?” he managed to stammer.
“Your eyes. Omigod. I thought only Elizabeth Taylor had eyes like that.”
The room temperature either rose fifteen degrees in that second, or maybe Cid’s cheeks were on fire. He reached for an ice cube from his drink and gathered some cold water on his fingers and dabbed his cheeks.