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just fine minding my own pain!” Matthew shoved away from the wall and gestured for Dove to follow him.
    The angel did as Matthew directed, but he could also see the black patches around his aura.
    Matthew was dying.
    His heart was bleeding from the bad things in his life, and if he didn’t get help soon, he’d find a way to die.

Chapter Six
     
    “So my friend needs help, see.” Matthew had yet another cigarette resting on the corner of his mouth, despite Dove’s anxious disapproval. He was talking to Leo, someone who had a way of helping all kinds of people. In the joint he’d been the go-to guy, the fixer.
    “Yeah, does he need a job? He has a look of innocence that would probably mean he’d turn a good buck working at Ricardo’s.” Leo licked his lips, gaze on the angel. “Looks like no one has ever touched him before, you know? Men will pay a lot for that kind of fantasy.”
    Matthew flushed, understanding that fantasy all too well. He also looked toward Dove, who was sitting on the park bench, blinking up at the sunshine, watching the pigeons being fed by an old lady and a kid. His angel was smiling...
    Matthew wanted to be embarrassed by him, how open and goofy he was, but it just made his heart ache to see him like that, tangled black hair, a little sexy stubble—which he was keeping for the moment since Matthew’s razor terrified him—and those tight jeans that gloved his sex like a loving hand.
    Fuck. E.T. had to call home soon so Matthew could get back to his regular life. He couldn’t touch someone like him, a fucking angel? Matthew was so far below his touch, it wasn’t funny. He got by now. He didn’t long for things anymore that he knew he’d never possess, didn’t want to travel like he used to. Wanting an angel in his life, just for him? That wasn’t a path that led anywhere happy. Matthew had already paid the ultimate price for loving someone, trying to take care of someone. He wasn’t looking to get any more wounds.
    “He’s not gay. Uh. I don’t think.” Did angels have a sexual orientation? Did they even think about sex? Didn’t sound like it, from what Dove had said about sex being awkward. On the other hand, he had seemed very happy to have a penis, and he’d gotten hard from hugging Matthew last night. Don’t go there, he warned himself.
    But Matthew smiled reluctantly, remembering Dove playing with himself.
    “Come on, easy money. He could flash himself, dance a little. He’s hot material!”
    Matthew ground out, “He doesn’t need money. What he needs is a little help, which is where you come in.”
    “He looks a little slow.” Leo cocked his head. “Maybe you could just work him and manage his take.”
    Matthew hefted Leo up on his toes, shoving his face close. “This isn’t the joint. He’s not mine to sell. We clear?”
    “Well, fuck it, sorry, okay! Jesus, someone’s gotten really touchy since he left prison. Time was, you took a throw yourself–”
    “I did what I had to, but not him,” Matthew growled. “Not him, all right?”
    Dove was suddenly beside Matthew. He put his arm around him, brow crinkling with concern. “Matthew-friend, are you okay?”
    Matthew swallowed. Fuck! His heart sped up whenever Dove touched him. “Told you not to fucking touch me!” He shoved Dove’s hand off him.
    “S-sorry! I forgot. You were hurting and I forgot.” Dove’s head fell. He looked like he was fighting tears.
    “Shit!” Matthew reached out and tugged a long silky lock of Dove’s dark hair, trying not to stare at his full bottom lip and want to bite it. Be nice, he told himself. Right, he had to focus on comforting the angel and not thinking bad thoughts about him, like what he’d love to do with him. “I’m sorry; I’m an asshole.”
    “Yes, you are, Matthew. And you say a lot of bad words.” But Dove was smiling again.
    “Yeah, I’m a very bad boy. Now go sit down, gorgeous, and I’ll see if I can find a way to help you out.”
    Leo had been