Chapter 47. Bestest

KAMIL

January 3rd, xxxy

Time ticks slowly in the house. Just the way Kamil likes. The room smells like sweat and sex. Precious is talking in a hushed tone about North Star.

A slew of inconsequential trivia that every now and then Precious will raise his head to make sure Kamil is listening. Kamil listens raptly, playing with his curls, a stupid, silly smile on his face.

Honest to the Heavens, Kamil hadn't hoped for this. He hadn't dared. He had been fine staring at Precious from afar, curious that his crush on the Alpha hadn't died nor grown: a constant reminder like the blue sky or the bursting sun.

Friendship had been what he was after. To continue where they left off. And if teasing Precious was on the table, that would've been amusing. But to be here like this, to have the whole package is so wonderful he looks forward to every hour.

Raising his head, Precious offers Kamil a swift smile before declaring, "I like this."

"Like what?"