Love Lies Bleeding by Remmy Duchene (carter reed txt) 📕

ate. Yes, it was mainly for gay couples but they had amazing food—especially cheesecake, something a lot of people in New York were addicted to. But Anderson didn't feel like eating more calories than he could burn that day and he didn't want to start eating junk when he felt as bad as he did.

Anderson walked into his regular haunt and stopped at the host podium.

"Hello, Marc."

"Good morning, Mr Williams. Byung's already here. This way please."

He followed the man with the cute ass over to where Byung was seated with a large cup of coffee in his hands. He shook his head because he should have known where there was coffee, Bee was a happy man. Anderson reached across to hug his friend before slipping into his seat and placing his keys on the table. After ordering a coffee, he lifted his hands to the table.

"Start at the beginning," Byung muttered.

Anderson took a deep breath. He licked his lips while wondering where the beginning of it all was. There was so much that was going through him that he had switched his cell off because he didn't want to hear it ring.

"Easy for you to say," he said to Byung and smiled at the host who brought his coffee. The man left them again and Anderson sipped from his cup. "Let me start at the beginning. As you know, after my house got tossed, I called Leo."

"Leo?"

"Detective Sung Kim."

"Oh right! I forgot you two are on first name basis now." He smirked at Anderson.

Anderson growled in his throat but continued. "He came over and went through the place. He had his forensics team go through it, as well, and in the end I just didn't feel like staying there alone. At first we were going to stay there and he'd spend the night until he changed the plans and invited me to go to his place. One thing led to another and we had sex."

"I knew it!" Byung grinned.

"Yeah. I woke up the next morning to him touching and kissing me and I just couldn't help myself. I gave my body over to him in a way I haven't with anyone else and it scares me. I mean, my father is dead and in the midst of that I am falling for a man I have no right caring for. But I can't deny the way he makes me feel. Even the fact I can't read him just scares the shit out of me. I mean, take this for example. He says things like 'I really wish I could kiss you right now' and I just…"

"Why couldn't he kiss you?"

"We were in an interrogation room and there were cameras. You know what else he told me? I don't remember if I told you this. They found a flower called love-lies-bleeding at dad's after his body was found. It was also discovered at my place after the break-in."

"Holy shit!" Byung gasped out. "So let me see if I understand this. They didn't just break in and trash the place, but they stuck around to leave that crappy ass flower?"

"'That's the image I'm getting." Anderson shook his head.

"Sounds like they know something—a small thing, but still a clue. So why are you so mad?"

"I'm not mad—not really. I'm more confused than anything else. I'm so scared to get my hopes up and then watching them crash. Especially…"

"After you two fucked…"

Anderson nodded before taking a deep breath. He pushed back against the seat with his mind racing. "For all I know, he just took me in his arms because he saw how worried I was. Damn."

Byung grinned. "Don't worry about it. I believe it's called a booty call. He's a cop. He probably hadn't gotten laid in a long time. Don't take it personally. His cock spoke for his brain and there's nothing you can do about it."

He nodded for as per usual, Byung was right. "Yeah. Oh well, what can you really do, right?"

"Right. At least you had a good come and…"

"Would you gentlemen like to order?" a female voice interrupted Byung's words and they both spun to face her.

"I'll have the omelet delight," Byung informed her.

"I'll have what he's having," Anderson piped up. After she was gone, they faced each other again.

"You did have a good one, didn't you?" Byung pushed.

"Oh, it was good." Anderson brought his cup to his lips. "And you know this stereotype they have about Asian men being small?"

Byrung smirked.

"It's just that—a stereotype."

Byung laughed. "Of course it's a stereotype. I've seen a picture of Leo Sung Kim. I had a friend look into him when you said you were spending the night at his place. I know—I shouldn't have, but a guy can't be too careful. That man is massive."

"And controlling in all the right ways."

"Well, maybe you should fight to have him in your life, even if it's not true love."

"You're a slut, you know that?"

"Guilty as charged. Maybe you should head on back over to the station."

"What for?"

"What do you think? You have to go back. Make him make you come!" Byung blurted out in Cantonese.

"You're trouble and you're cruising to get me shot." Anderson laughed. While they continued their conversation, Anderson reached into his pocket and turned his cell phone on out of habit. No sooner was it on than it began beeping. When he slid it open, he saw two numbers; one number he didn't recognize but the second he knew. "Gimme a second," he told Byung and excused himself, exiting the restaurant to check the messages. One message was from one of his teacher's assistants, telling him the papers were all ready for grading. Anderson dreaded that. He loved reading about Homer but marking papers made him want to cry sometimes. The second message was from Leo saying he'd try calling back. He didn't think it was urgent or Leo would have tried calling back. He went back to his friend with his heart beating a bit faster. His ass barely touched