Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

Propping himself up on one arm, he noticed a piece of paper on the pillow next to him. Opening it, he read the note from Hardning saying he had to take care of some business that morning but he would see him later at the studio.
    Closing his eyes, Cameron lay back on the bed and curled deeper under the covers as he thought about last night. Remembering Hardnings breath, hot and heavy on his neck. Their lips locked and their tongues dancing. The feeling of Hardnings smooth hands touching and caressing every inch of him.
    Nothing like what Morgan's hands would feel like. Morgan's rough fingers would probably feel scratchy on his skin. Morgan only shaved every couple days so his kiss would probably feel rougher too. Hardning was much more muscular than Morgan but Cameron was sure Morgan wouldn't have any trouble lifting him up and moving him the way Hardning had.
    It was a few moments before Cameron realized there was someone knocking at his front door. Scrambling out of bed, Cameron dashed out of the bed room, heading for the front door only to turn on his heel and rush back into the bed room when he realized he was naked. "Just a minute!" he called when the knocking came again.
    Pulling on the first outfit his hands touched as they dived into his suitcase, he raced back to the door. After fumbling with the lock for a few seconds, he swung open the door to a smiling young lady holding a bag from his cell phone company.
    "Mr. Boresky?"
    "Cameron," he said with a smile and a nod.
    "Mr. Hardning said to drop this off for you," she said holding out the bag.
    "Thank you," Cameron said as he took the bag. "I should give you a tip or something." Cameron looked around and tried to remember where his wallet had ended up.
    "That's not necessary," she said as she turned to walk away. "Mr. Hardning already paid for the delivery. Have a nice day."
    "Well, thank you," Cameron said as he shut the door and reached into the bag to pull out his new phone. He had always loved new gadgets and this was a new, state of the art one that sent his head spinning with excitement.
    Turning it on, he was only mildly surprised to already have a text waiting for him. The number had been programmed so he knew it was Hardning before he even read it.
    " Be at the studio on the corner of Santa Monica and Vine at 2pm ready to sing. "
    Frowning, Cameron read the message another five or six times looking for some trace of emotion in the message but found none. Calmly, he reminded himself that texting was not the best way to catch signals of affection that typically came through tone of voice or body language. And last night pretty much spoke volumes to Cameron even if they had only just met.
    Looking at the clock, Cameron realized he had about three hours to get to the studio so he ran back into his bedroom to gather a few items before heading into the bathroom to start getting ready.
    Two hours later he was cleaned up and ready to head to the studio. He had taken some time to put some of his clothes away and explore his apartment a bit further. To his delight, his closet was already full of hangers as his mother had unpacked all of the ones he had thrown in his suitcase.
    Taking the elevator down, Cameron checked his phone hoping to see a text or phone call from Morgan only to remember that his number had been changed so Morgan wouldn't know how to get in touch with him. Flicking through his contacts, he found Morgan's number to be missing.
    Stepping into the lobby of his new building, Cameron sent a quick message to Hardning asking if he could have his old phone back because he was missing a few numbers.
    " Sorry. It's gone ," was all his reply said. With a sigh, Cameron made his way out to the street and hailed a cab. Telling the cab driver the intersection, Cameron sat back and stared out the window. Thinking about it, with Hardning did he really need Morgan's number? Morgan didn't even show an interest in Cameron whereas Hardning sure did.
    It was as Cameron was resolving that Hardning was a much better choice that the cab came to a stop at the studio. Swiping his credit card, Cameron paid and tipped the cab driver before stepping out onto the street. Gaping up at the huge studio building, Cameron took a deep breath to settle his nerves.
    With a nod to reassure himself, he stepped into the expansive lobby and walked up to the front desk. "Hi, my name is Cameron Boresky. I'm here to sing."
    Looking at him like he was a lost foreigner, the desk clerk