Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

wore a pair of loose khaki cargo shorts with an orange tank top and my boater at a jaunty angle. Mikhos had on his oldest pair of jeans, flip flops, and a purple short-sleeved button-up. He used to dress in browns and greys but I'd pushed him to expand his color palette. Now he felt comfortable in a whole range of bright hues. We both wore Oakley sunglasses and looked pretty damn impressive strolling amidst the effluvia of elderly suburbia, if I did say so myself.
    Things had progressed quickly between us after that first crazy fuck session in the office. We'd taken the friendship we'd developed over months into a whole new direction, and it paid off. I had never been with someone like Mikhos before - so thoughtful and considerate, and downright gentlemanly, I couldn't believe it half the time. I'd taken to calling him 'Old Man' because he acted like someone's grandfather, opening doors, pulling out chairs, always taking others' needs into consideration. Only a year older than me, the nickname didn't really make sense, but then it did . And I liked it. He was my old man, Mikhos, and I'd never let him forget it.
    "Hey, look at the geese!" I said cheerfully, pointing them out to him.
    He nodded. "There's a ton of them. I should have brought my camera."
    We ended up sitting on the grass at the water's edge, looking out at the sailboats and windsurfers and enjoying the gentle breeze that wafted over the marina. It felt good to be outside, with Mikhos, with nothing else to do but enjoy his company.
    "Hey, Pretty Boy" he said, putting his hand on my back and caressing me gently. Since there were no people nearby we didn't feel self-conscious about a little physical affection.
    He'd started calling me Pretty Boy after a few weeks of dating. I still felt amazed that he found me attractive at all since I'd assumed he was straight for so damn long.
    "What, Old Man?"
    "Have you ever been to Nova Scotia?" he asked.
    I shook my head. "Nah. I've only ever been to the West Coast and that was a while ago. Why?"
    He looked out at the river. "My mom grew up in Liverpool, this little town on the South Shore. We used to go summers when I was little. I miss it."
    I turned to him, seeing the yearning look in his eyes as he looked at the boats. "You wanna go?"
    His eyes found mine. The greenness of them always struck me. "Yeah." he said simply.
    "For a visit or to stay?" I asked.
    He shrugged. "I don't know. Someday, I might want to move there." He leaned close. I kissed him quickly.
    "It's so fucking beautiful, you have no idea. I want to show you how beautiful it is." he said with a smile.
    "So show me." I said.
    "You'd come with me?"
    "For a visit or to stay?" I repeated very quietly.
    He moved closer, touching his lips gently to my own in a soft slow kiss that threatened to become deeper. But he pulled back before that happened. "To stay, Pretty Boy. What would I do there without you ?"
    I grinned, grabbing his chin and kissing him with a sudden wild passion. "What indeed, Old Man? What indeed..."
    We laughed and tussled in the sunny green grass as our future spread out before us like waves across the ocean.
    THE END
    Author bio: Elizabeth Lister is a stay-at-home mom who enjoys reading and writing naughty stories. She has a B.A. in Psychology and a Certificate in Dramatic Scriptwriting. She lives in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada with her husband and two children.
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    Her books are available here, MLR Pres s , and also at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and All Romance E-Books.
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OUR SONG
    by Nicole Dennis

    Do you remember first time we met, hon? I'd had been having 'music block' for months, couldn't write new songs for my band. Then you knocked my hotel room with room service and I just fell, right then. Since then, all my songs were about you. Even if we must kept things secret because of my contract.
    ~ Ami

    genre: contemporary
    tags: musicians/rock stars; blue collar; coming out; in the closet; sweet-no sex
    word count: 4,442
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    OUR SONG
    by Nicole Dennis
    CHAPTER 1
    Strumming the Taylor Hawaiian Koa wood acoustic guitar, Xavier Roxie blew out the waiting breath of concern while he stared out the window and downtown Manhattan below the penthouse luxury apartment. During the time he played, the sun sank between the buildings, lit the sky with a variety of gorgeous colors