Love Is Always Write Volume 4

spent as much time as he could at work. Even the company of greasy Steve was preferable to his empty house. On the bright side, he thought glumly to himself, he'd got more work done in that three weeks than he had since he started working there. His career was really taking off. Just g reat .
    He scrolled down his list of emails. Same old crap as usual.
    From: S_Jones_Accts
    To: N_Dobson
    Date: 08 May 2012, 15.39
    Subject: Leaving card Henry
    Who?
    Right-click, DELETE.
    From: M_Pike_HealthSafety
    To: N_Dobson
    Date: 08 May 2012, 16.42
    Subject: Ladder Training
    Apparently 'use left foot, followed by right foot, repeat as necessary' wasn't enough.
    Right-click, DELETE.
    From: xxx_Dr_ViagSexr_xxx
    To: N_Dobson
    Date: 09 May 2012, 08.33
    Subject: Getmassivcock
    Nick sighed. Already got that one covered thanks Dr_V. In fact, did have access to not just one but two massivcocks. Until I went and fucked everything up.
    Right-click, DELETE.
    From: [email protected]
    To: N_Dobson
    Date: 09 May 2012, 11.23
    Subject: Thanks
    WTF???
    Nick's finger hovered over the right-click.
    Libby D. Libby Dobson. His Libby. His finger shook as it left-double-clicked.
    Dad, just wanted to say thanks for the present.
    It meant a lot to me.
    I miss you.
    Love Libby :-)
    Nick stared at the screen. He didn't care that greasy Steve's eyes were boring into him.
    Libby loves me. Proof of it was there on the screen. My daughter loves me. He wanted to shout it out. He wanted to tell everyone.
    But there was just one person he needed to tell.
    He rushed to the toilets, launching himself into the stall and slamming the door behind him. He pressed down hard on 5. He'd never taken Sam off speed dial.
    "Nick?" Sam answered, sounding puzzled.
    "Oh God, Sam, thank God you're there. I've got to tell you something. It's Libby. She emailed me. Said she misses me. Said she loves me." His croaky voice echoed in the empty bathroom.
    "Hey, that's great. I'm really happy for you." There wasn't even a hint of sarcasm in Sam's voice.
    "Sam?" Nick asked cautiously. "I need to see you. I miss you..." His voice trailed off. I love you. He couldn't say it. Not over the phone.
    Sam's croaky cough broke the silence. "Yeah, I miss you too. You wanna come round? I'm at my mum's. Cleaning the bike."
    "I...yeah..."
    Nick didn't bother going back to his desk.
    ****
    It took his breath away when he saw Sam. Nick forgot he was an atheist for a moment as he sent up a prayer of thanks for the unseasonal blazing sunshine that blessed him with the vision in front of him. The light glistened on Sam's bare back as he crouched down to wring out a huge yellow sponge into a bucket on the ground. He turned at the sound of Nick's car. His forearms and chest were spattered with foamy bubbles. As he caught eye contact with Nick, his face lit up, and he raised a soapy hand.
    "Hi."
    "Hi," Nick said cautiously. Now he'd got there he had no idea what to say.
    It wasn't Sam's turn to reach out, but he did anyway. Just as he always did. "So Libby got in touch? That's great."
    "Yeah, thanks to you."
    Sam shook his head. "You would have done it in time anyway. I shouldn't have pushed you."
    "Yeah, you should." Nick took a deep breath. "Sam, I'm sorry. I was a dick. You were right. If you love somebody you should let them know." He paused, his throat tight."What I'm trying to say is..um...what I need to tell you is..."
    Sam looked directly at him. "You don't have to say it. I know."
    Nick's heart stuttered in his chest.
    "Fuck Sam, what do you mean, you know? I didn't even know until today."
    "Yeah, but I'm much more clued up than you are. You just needed time to figure it out for yourself. I wanted you to love me just as much as I love you." Sam smiled and planted a sloppy kiss right on Nick's lips. "And you know I always get what I want."
    Without even looking around, Nick wrapped his arms around Sam's slim waist, pulling him close so his chest was tight against Nick's. "I love you Sam," he whispered, before claiming Sam's moist lips in a kiss so deep it would have made a navvy blush.
    When they parted, breathless, Nick's hands were clasping Sam's foamy ones. Nick looked from Sam's hands to the bike. "God, this bike is a piece of shit. You do realise you're polishing a turd here, don't you?"
    Sam sighed. "Yeah I know. To be honest I'm thinking of getting a new one. When I've got a bit of money together, I'm gonna get something bigger."
    "Why don't you just get a car?"
    "It's not the same, is it? Cars