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Paul knew Nico was special the
moment they exchanged that first glance at Termini station in Rome late one hot
summer afternoon. And when it was announced their train had been cancelled and
travel suspended until further notice, they explored their feelings over dinner
and spent one perfect night of passion in a nearby hotel.
Early next morning, when Nico found
a flight cancellation and took off, all Paul knew about him was his first name.
Two years later, Paul hasn’t
forgotten Nico, and now when they meet again at another train station in
London, the chemistry is still there. Nico believes Fate brought them together,
and is ready to close his eyes and jump into a relationship. Paul, however,
believes they need to be sensible, to first check the water and then take it
one step at a time. Which man’s strategy will prevail?
NOTE: This story is part of the London Calling series. (This
title is also part of the ALL ABOARD AmberPax Collection.)
Genres: Gay /
Contemporary / Exhibitionism / Public Places / Series
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novella (20k words)
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novella (20k words)
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a short excerpt...
...As I put down the roll and
reached for the sugar to add to my coffee, I heard someone say my name. I
didn’t recognize the voice, and Paul was a common enough name. I looked up
anyway—then stared. “Nico?”
My stomach did a weird backflip, and
I sucked in a quick gulp of air.
He dropped into the chair across
from me, looking as surprised as I was myself.
“I’m imagining this, right?”
“If you are, then so am I.” What
started as a smile turned to laughter and he reached across the table and
grasped my hand. “My God! It really is you. This is crazy. I just came back
from High Wycombe, and I thought I saw you getting off the same train.”
“You’re kidding?” I continued to
stare at him, trying to collect my scattered wits and work my way through the
shock. The hardest part was convincing myself this was real. That I wasn’t
dreaming, hallucinating, or I hadn’t somehow got caught up in a bad case of
wishful thinking. “I was on that train, too. In fact, I thought I saw you while
I was waiting on the platform in Wycombe station. Then you disappeared, so I
figured—”
“You were seeing things?” He smiled
and shook his head. “I wondered that myself when I got off the train just now.
I had to make sure, so I followed you over here, but then…
“Then what?”
His eyes seemed a little misty and
he squeezed my hand, hard. “I waited outside for a few minutes. It looked so
much like you. I was sure but I wasn’t sure, if you know what I mean. I didn’t
want to make an idiot of myself. It’s been two years since we met at Termini and
we were only together for a very short time.”
I smiled. “I know. And most of it we
spent in the dark.”
A faint blush moved up his neck and
into his face, and I wondered if he still had the white tan line an inch or so
below his hips.
“That’s true. God! I hated leaving
you, Paul. But I swear, I had no choice. I had to grab that flight
cancellation. It was the only way I could get to Brussels in time. My brother
was getting married and I was his best man. He’d have killed me if I hadn’t
shown up.”
“So what made you come in here and
check?”
He relaxed his grip on my hand, then
tightened it again. “I needed to know. I figured if I made a mistake, so what?”
He hesitated, looking unsure or
embarrassed, I didn’t know quite which. Maybe a little of both.
He tried for a smile that didn’t
quite happen. “You’ll probably think I’m a wacko or I need to get myself a
life. The truth is I’ve never been able to get you out of my mind. Crazy as it
might sound, I’ve never stopped hoping that one day this would happen. If I’d
known your last name, where you lived or worked, some significant small detail
to go on, I’d have found you by now.”
Emotion blocked
my throat and I swallowed hard. “If we’d been thinking we’d have exchanged
phone numbers or something. We didn’t, but that’s okay. I haven’t forgotten
you, either,” I said quietly. I drank in the handsome face, the eyes that were
the same dark brown as mine, and the trace of five o’clock shadow that made him
look even sexier than I remembered. I wanted so much to touch his face, to hold
him and to kiss him, and… “Some people you forget five minutes after you meet
them and some you do never do. No matter how hard you try, they’re always there
at the edge of your mind...”
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