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long since he had felt anything like it. He’d
greatly enjoyed the cuddles, and wasn’t scared anymore.
    So, this morning when Sam had started humping
his butt, his cock all hard and warm…well, come on. He was so hot,
and Bran was only human after all.
    Samael seemed to be searching Brandon’s face.
He didn’t know what was on it, or what the guy saw, but all of a
sudden, the wonder transformed into what looked like pain,
affection, and something else that Bran couldn’t name, before he
finally glanced away again.
    “No one has ever looked at me like you do.”
Sam’s voice was a heavy rasp.
    “How do I look at you?” Bran whispered back.
He knew he had a tendency to wear his heart on his sleeve, and his
face was very expressive. That was why he’d originally cut his hair
so he could hide behind it. He hoped he wasn’t showing too
much.
    “With lust and affection, you look at me like
you want me, Little Raven.”
    Yep, he was showing too much. Crap! He
knew it was too soon to feel anything for this man, but he did. It
wasn’t the L-word, not by any stretch of the imagination, but it
was something. The guy was perfect. If he could create his dream
man, Samael would be it.
    He had to nip it in the bud, wall it
up, and hold back. He just wasn’t ready to put himself out there
after what Chris had done to him. Already, he trusted Samael too
much for his own good. If he allowed it, Sam could really hurt
him.
    Pull away. Put on the brakes.
    “Come on.” Brandon sat up on the bed and
threw his legs over the side. “You can’t tell me people don’t throw
themselves at you. You’re smokin’. Definitely could be a model
without even trying, just by walking down the street.”
    As Bran was going to get up and leave the
bed, he was pulled backward into a solid chest and warm breath
tickled his ear. “No one but you, Little Raven.”
    He closed his eyes and tried to breathe
through the ache in his chest. Shit, this was not good. “What does that mean? Little Raven?”
    He felt the man smile into his neck. “It’s
your name.”
    “My name?”
    Samael pulled back to grin at him. “Yes. In
Gaelic, Brandon means Little Raven, among other things. I think it
suits you.” Sam touched his black hair with gentle fingers and
smoothed it back. Bran just lowered his chin and shook his head,
forcing his bangs into place again, as he felt heat burning his
cheeks.
    Sam chuckled.
    Time to change the subject!
    Brandon moved away, and pulled his sleep
pants back into place as he stood. “So…umm… I’m going to jump in
the shower. I’ll make sure to leave you some hot water. Then we can
get outta here and get you some stuff.” He roamed around the room,
gathering fresh clothing, trying not to give away how uncomfortable
and confused he was. For the duration, he was hyperaware of the
fact that he was not alone in the room.
    Not gonna look back, not gonna look back, not
gonna look back, not gonna….shit!
    Bran glanced at the bed, where Sam was
watching him intently, eyebrows arched in question. He had to get
out of there. He practically ran to the door. “Be right out.”
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Chapter 4
    Samael felt
ridiculous. He was still clothed in the snug shorts from the night
before, paired with a black t-shirt so tight, that if he raised his
arm to scratch his nose, he heard it tear. Even with his arms down,
a line of his stomach showed, because the damn thing wasn’t long
enough to cover him completely.
    If that wasn’t enough to spark his
embarrassment to an all-time high, he was wearing sandals that Bran
had called ‘flip flops’, which covered slightly more than half of
the bottom of his foot. The ridiculous shoes cut into his arch
every time he took a step. Which meant he had to hobble instead of
walk.
    He felt like a giant wearing midget’s
clothes.
    Brandon had insisted he wear them though,
saying most stores had a policy that their customers must have on a
shirt and shoes. There was no other option either. They’d