Szymon waited by the elevator,
hoping against hope that what he had just seen wasn’t true.
The sight of Cayden standing there wrapped in a bed sheet with
a naked man in his apartment was unreal. He felt his pulse quicken
and his heart race. He wanted to go back and knock down the door
and drag that guy out of there kicking and screaming.
He was jealous. Shaking his
head, he sighed. What reason did he have to be jealous? Cayden
wasn’t his, and no matter how much he wanted him to be,
he realized that Cayden would never be his. He had lost his chance.
Cayden moved on.
“What is wrong with you?”
He said to himself. “Why does this kid have you all twisted
up into knots? He’s eighteen . . . he’s just a baby
. . . he’s my baby,” he sighed. “Mine.” Standing
there, Szymon felt like a child and he reached forward and pressed
the elevator button again. The damned thing wasn’t coming
fast enough.
“Hurry up already!”
He grumbled at the elevator, as if yelling at it would make it
come faster. He realized how stupid he must have looked standing
there with a bouquet of roses when that naked guy opened the
door.
He must have turned ten shades
of red. Even more embarrassing was the fact that he couldn’t
say anything. He just stood there in shock, like some idiot.
“Dammit!” He growled as he punched the wall. “Dumbass!”
In truth, the wall had nothing
to do with it, he just felt better when he hit it. He shook his
head and sighed again. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. Maybe
he was just dreaming about something that he could never have.
He wanted to touch Cayden,
to hold him, to fall asleep with him in his arms. He wanted so
many things, but he was left with nothing . . . nothing but regrets.
What might have been?
Szymon shook his head. There
was no sense in thinking about things that could never happen.
There was no sense in dreaming about Cayden King. Nothing made
sense anymore. He was crushed.
The elevator doors opened and
he stepped inside, and as they closed, he let out a furious cry
. . . a cry of anguish . . . a cry of pain. There would be no
Cayden in his life. He would be forever destined to be alone. |
