Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
His fingers wrapped around the doorknob, but Nolan slid a hand behind his neck and pulled him in for the best kiss. Sky leaned into him, forgetting about the rest of the world, as Nolan’s lips moved tenderly over his. The kiss was brief, but it curled his toes in his sneakers.
“You’re amazing. Don’t ever let anything make you think otherwise. I just hope your grandmother likes me.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it. She wanted me to bring you bread,” Sky said, still leaning heavily on Nolan.
“What?”
Sky straightened and shook his head, trying to break free of that fog. “Nothing. Never mind.”
He ushered Nolan inside and up the stairs to the guest bedroom, that he’d thankfully tidied up a month ago after Moon and Red had crashed at his place after a BL-binging marathon that had left them all bleary-eyed and dragging. While Nolan got settled, Sky hurried downstairs to pull together a late dinner. He was frowning at the contents of the pantry when the telltale tinkle of metal bracelets and necklaces drifted through the room.
“He’s here!” she whispered right next to his ear. “Was I right? I was right, wasn’t I?”
Sky bit his bottom lip to hold in his smile. He needed to find something fast and healthy for Nolan. The man desperately needed a good night of sleep and a good meal, especially if he had a vampire sucking out his blood regularly.
“Yes, the bastard is a vampire, and he’s been biting Nolan,” Sky snarled.
“But he was trying to protect you. That had to be the reason,” she pressed.
Sky opened his mouth to agree with her and warn his sweet ghost grandmother to lie low for a couple of nights. Nolan was still dealing mentally with vampires. He didn’t want the poor guy to face ghosts. But the words never made it out.
“Yes, I was trying to keep him safe.” Nolan’s low, deep voice cut across the room.
Sky jerked around to find Nolan standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He was pale and his eyes were locked on Grammy, who was also staring at their visitor. How the hell had they not heard his approach? He was quieter than a cat!
“Of course you were!” Grammy immediately cooed. She drifted across the room, her feet never touching the floor as she rushed to his side. Nolan swallowed hard and rocked back, but somehow managed to not run. “You’re such a good boy. I knew it the first time I saw you. There’s no way you’d do anything to hurt my little grave gremlin.”
And that was the end of Grammy’s introduction to Nolan.
Sky cleared his throat and nearly jumped to Nolan’s side, threading his arm through Nolan’s before the poor man expired on the spot. Sky helped him into a chair at the kitchen table and squeezed his shoulder.
“Are you hungry? What are you in the mood for?” Sky inquired.
Nolan’s eyes were still on the smiling ghost watching him from across the room. “You don’t have to go to any trouble.”
“It’s no trouble. I could use a snack, and you need food. Preferably something with iron to help replace the blood you lost.” Sky squeezed his shoulder again and wandered over to the fridge. He pulled out some dark greens and other ingredients for a salad. “How about salad with some grilled chicken breast? I’ve got some chicken breasts already cooked from yesterday that would be perfect.”
“That sounds great.” There was a sigh in his words, and Sky had the biggest urge to hug this man. Nolan was the type to be self-sufficient. He wasn’t accustomed to relying on other people for help, especially thanks to having an older brother who constantly needed Nolan to bail him out. Nolan needed to have someone take care of him for a bit, and Sky wanted to take care of this man so badly.
“I’ll leave you and Sky to eat. Don’t worry. My boy will keep you safe from the vampires,” Grammy stated. Sky glanced over his shoulder as he was pulling supplies from the fridge to see the ghost fade from sight.
“Is she…is she really gone?” Nolan asked after several seconds.
“Yep. She’s probably gone for a walk. Or more likely, gone to gossip with some of the other ghosts that haunt nearby.” Sky mentally rolled his eyes at the idea of her bragging to the other ghosts that her grandson had someone living with him now.
“She seems nice.”
Nolan’s tight tone brought Sky to the table. He sat in the chair next to him, turning so that their knees were touching. Wrapping the hand Nolan had resting on the table in both of his, he squeezed, trying to infuse some of his warmth into Nolan’s icy fingertips. “She’s very nice, and yes, she likes you. I know this is overwhelming.”
Lifting his free hand, Nolan held up his thumb and forefinger, spaced an inch apart, to show a bit.