Silence had fallen between them. Not tense or unyielding, just silence born in the natural ebb and flow of conversation. Jay’s eyes had been fixed on the harbor once more and the rolling waves which crashed against the pylons on the beach. The wind had picked up. A bad night to be at sea. Not that he had to worry about the changing tides and whipping winds, he was a landlubber now. Old sailor’s habits die hard. He was just thinking about ankling back over to his own palace, the marble edifice totally immune to any storm the sound could throw at it.
Nick’s suggestion catches him off-guard. He’s not sure why but it always does. It’s been ten months since they met and perhaps six months since the beginning of their romance and he’s still awed that Nick enjoys his presence. He likes their stints of cohabitation. In his own oversized abode, the servants seemed to creep about like specters and spark paranoia inside him. Nick’s little bungalow creaked in a way that reminded him uncomfortably of his childhood in the west. Either place they stayed, it was each other’s company that made it home.
❝Sure, old sport, if you’d like me to.❞ He turns and smiles his million dollar smile, wrenched from his troubled thoughts of the gale and the ocean. ❝The butler will think I got lost in my own yard. It’s big enough for it, don’t you think?❞
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