City Mouse (Country Mouse Book 2)
Amy Lane, Aleksandr Voinov
A magical weekend, a breathless announcement, a contented ever after . . . Right?
When Malcolm Kavanagh took his first step towards emotional adulthood via stating his like to Owen Watson, that used to be simply the 1st bankruptcy of their tale. a person who’s ever been in love is familiar with that chuffed endings take much more paintings than that.
One challenge: Malcolm hasn't ever been in love. He doesn’t comprehend the principles of a dating and isn’t convinced adequate to belief that his is genuine. He learns the ropes by way of sharing his existence and his flat with Owen, yet dating boot camp proves a problem. every little thing is a fight, from accepting Owen’s low-status task to placing his boyfriend above his own trainer.
Luckily, Owen is familiar with a bit extra approximately relationships, and labors patiently to outlive the 1st six weeks in their existence jointly. From the artwork galleries of Cambridge to the tawdry majesty of the kingdom theatre, Owen adapts to England whereas Malcolm adapts to the total human race. perhaps, if Owen is sufferer sufficient and Malcolm learns to provide, the 2 of them could make it earlier courting Armageddon to a true satisfied ending.
Word count number: 41,100; web page count number: 157
simply because I got here to London to paintings and that pretty well ate every little thing else up.” Owen’s broad smile stretched his face, and his shoulders jerked like he was once brooding about jumping to his ft earlier than his awareness to his task yanked him again. “You suggest you haven’t noticeable it both? shall we see it jointly? Like, you recognize . . . exploring?” “Not a lot of it. needed to attend a marriage simply outdoor Cambridge for a piece mate. however the middle? No.” Malcolm nodded, all at once so misplaced in that blameless enthusiasm.
His exchange, long past for that piss (which mounted one lengthy chronic misery—he’d been surprised), after which gotten the hell out of there. yet he hadn’t even known as Owen, and that left a churning in his intestine. At Owen’s request, they’d stayed within the weekend previous, and Malcolm needed to admit, it have been great. They’d performed “How may you modify the residence” at the computing device, and have been nonetheless at odds approximately bringing in a few prints that weren’t blue/gray toned and stark, and it were . . . good, household.
Than it were a month in the past? “Well, Mal,” Owen acknowledged, and Malcolm cringed, simply because he knew what used to be coming, and he knew he had it coming. “You haven’t precisely been round a lot.” “I’m sor—” “Don’t apologize,” Owen acknowledged, and the microwave dinged so Malcolm couldn’t listen if that used to be the sarcastic “Don’t ask for forgiveness” that he anticipated, or if he used to be thoroughly honest. yet he must have recognized higher. Owen wasn’t catty, he wasn’t bitchy and snide. Mal’s Owen used to be playful. “Don’t apologize?” “Nope.
Him into the lounge, considering that perhaps simply the desire of intercourse may wake Malcolm up. Malcolm’s expression—made lovely grim through the strains of sleeplessness at his eyes and mouth because it was—curdled like milk and orange juice. “I continue forgetting,” he muttered. “It hit me within the cab domestic that I hadn’t taken a piss for hours, and I’d been dwelling on coffee.” “Well, permit me get you a few dinner.” Owen walked Malcolm to the sofa and left him, now not minding taking part in the spouse for the instant. It used to be higher.
Diamond peaks during the trimmed fur on his chest. He gave the impression of intercourse, and prefer Owen’s aroused groans may get him off all on its own. Malcolm’s tongue used to be there back, warming, and Owen gasped with want. “Malcolm?” “Hmm . . .” Oh, he thrust it within a bit, and Owen shuddered. “You, uhm, wouldn’t are looking to contact my cock a bit, may you?” “No,” Malcolm stated, his voice muffled by means of Owen’s flesh. “Why no-ot?” Owen’s voice pitched up and cracked. “Because then you’d . . .” A huff opposed to.