The Walls Of Troy Part 35

Enjoy the following excerpt for General Misconduct: I stopped at the end of the trail, standing between a couple of rocks near the fence at the edge of the pool. He was maybe ten feet away now, close enough I could see droplets of water sliding down the grooves in his lean, smooth muscles. There was a little bit of dark hair plastered against his chest and his tanned arms, but not a lot.

And he was looking right back at me, eyes locked on mine.

"Hi." I smiled, hoping he'd buy that it was the heat and the hike that had turned my cheeks as red as I was sure they were.

"Hi." He returned the smile. "Another brave one bests the trail and the snakes and makes it to the top."

I laughed. "I didn't see any snakes. Did you?"

"Not this time." His lips quirked. "Were you watching the ground?"

"Where else would I look?"

He gestured above my head. "They hang out in the trees during the day."

Slowly, I lifted my gaze. There weren't any low-hanging branches right here, thank G.o.d, but I realized the trail had been shaded almost the entire way. And here I'd been worried about a drunk Marine jumping out at me. "Oh. Awesome. Glad someone mentioned that."

Laughing, the guy in the water waded closer. "Just messing with you. They do hang in the trees, but I've been up here a million times and never seen one."

"You ever seen one at all?"

"Sure." He shrugged. "You do enough hiking, you're going to sooner or later. But as long as they're coiled up in the trees, you're fine. They come at you in the gra.s.s, they'll ruin your day."

"So, watching the ground...is a good idea?"

"Always. But, you know, keep an eye on the trees." He rested his hip against a boulder. "Nice hike, isn't it?"

Truth be told, I don't remember.

"It's a nice trail." I glanced back at the visible twist of rocks and stairs. "I've definitely hiked worse."

"Recently?" He arched an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

He gestured at his face, and I was suddenly hyperaware of the bandages and marks on my face. More heat rushed into my cheeks, and I dropped my gaze. "Oh. That."

"Sorry," he said quietly. "I...didn't realize it..."

"Don't worry about it." I waved a hand and looked him in the eye. "It's a long story."

Awkward silence in three...two...

"You going to get in the water?" He motioned at the enticing pool.

"I, um..." I glanced at the No Swimming or Wading sign.

"Don't worry about that." He gestured dismissively. "Seriously, n.o.body cares."

It wasn't that I was worried about the sign and anyone who might happen along to enforce it. I'd already planned on getting in the water anyway. I just hadn't banked on getting into the same water as someone who was making my legs shake worse than the hilly kilometer I'd just hiked.

Just get in the water, idiot.

I untied the laces and slipped off my boots. Then I emptied my pockets, leaving my car keys and wallet inside one of my boots. I started to pull off my shirt but hesitated. Though the trail was shaded, there was plenty of sunlight up here, and I'd forgotten to pack any sunscreen.

So I left my shirt on. I lifted one of the ropes, ducked under it, and stepped into the water.

And immediately pulled my foot back. "s.h.i.t."

He laughed. "Cold?"

"Just a bit." I tried again, dipping my toe in. Then my whole foot. A little at a time, I eased into the water, and by the time I was in up to my knees, I'd adapted to the cold. After the hike to get up here, it felt great.

After I'd waded a little deeper, I scooped some water into my hands, ignoring the way my raw knuckles burned, and leaned down to pour it over the back of my neck. As much as I wanted to splash it on my face, the doc had been pretty emphatic about keeping the st.i.tches clean and dry. Given the microbes that could be lurking in river water...

Though I'd probably already invited those in via the cuts on my knuckles, but whatever.

I turned toward him. "Man, my legs are tired already. You wouldn't think that hike would be that tough. It's not even a mile."

"Except it's all up and down, up and down." He made a gesture like a roller coaster. "We should all be glad it's not even a mile."

I laughed. "No kidding." Legs still in the water, I sat on one of the rocks and looked up at the falls. "Wow, this really is amazing."

"It is." He turned to me. "This your first time up here?"

I nodded. "I haven't been on the island long."

"Really?"

"Yep. Just transferred here recently. How long have you been here? On Okinawa, I mean. Not"-I gestured at the falls-"here."

"A few years." He extended his hand. "Name's Connor, by the way."

"Aiden."

His hand was cool and damp from the water, but still hot from his body heat. As we shook hands, our eyes met, and they locked, and...f.u.c.k. Wow, he really was hot. Especially up close. Those blue eyes were unreal.

I released his hand, and as we both sat back, he gave me the oddest little smile, one that seemed caught somewhere between shy and c.o.c.ky. Before I could figure out which, he broke eye contact and busied himself leaning over to scoop some water onto his arms. It was hard to tell, but I thought his cheeks might've turned pink.

"So do you come up here a lot?" I asked.

"Every now and then." Connor splashed some more water onto his arms and then leaned back against the rock. "It's one of my favorite places on the island."

"I can see why. Where else do you like to go?"

"You can't really go wrong on this rock. I've been to all the castles, the outlying islands, the good snorkel spots." He shrugged. "Just depends on what you're into, I guess."

"Do you dive?"

"I tried." Connor tapped just below his temple. "It bugs my ears."

"d.a.m.n."

"Tell me about it. There's some awesome places to snorkel here. I'll bet diving would be even better."

"Well, I've never even snorkeled."

"Really?"

"Really." I mirrored his earlier motions, leaning down and scooping some water-holy f.u.c.k, that stung my knuckles-onto my arms to cool myself off. "Any good spots?"

"I haven't found a bad spot here. Though I did stop snorkeling off Kadena Marina after I realized it's right next to a sewage treatment plant."

I wrinkled my nose. "Seriously?"

He nodded. "I don't know if they actually dump anything in the water, and it all looks pretty clean and clear, but...no way I'm putting my face in that water."

"I don't blame you."

"Other than that, though, you can pretty much pull off the road anywhere, jump in the water, and see all kinds of cool s.h.i.t. Just, you know, watch for jellyfish."

"That's what I've heard." I sat back against the rock and, without thinking about it, propped my foot up on the other rock...just inches from his leg.

He glanced down, and that odd smile came back to life as he looked at me again. There was no casually pulling my leg back and pretending it had never happened, so I just kept it against the rock.

Clearing my throat, I broke eye contact. "You had any problems with jellyfish when you've snorkeled?"

"Not the box jellyfish. Never even seen one, knock on wood."

I lifted my gaze. "Are there others?"

Connor nodded. "Buddy of mine got stung in the face by one of the red ones. Those f.u.c.kers won't kill you, but, man, they will ruin your day."

"Yeah?"

"Yep. Watch out for them. They're red and about this big." He held his hands up about a football's width apart. "Nasty f.u.c.kers."

"Good to know."

Silence fell between us. My foot was still on the rock next to him. He was still f.u.c.king with my pulse just by existing. I had no idea if he was gay, straight or just a G.o.dd.a.m.ned figment of my s.e.x-deprived imagination, and what to say next was completely lost on me.

Fortunately, Connor spoke first. "Listen, um..." He paused, gnawing his lower lip. "There's a place not far from here, maybe an hour once you get back to the main drag. Some of the most amazing pizza on the island. You, um, want to grab a bite?"

In spite of this unbelievable attraction, my first instinct was to back away and quickly decline, but this wasn't some drunk Marine trying to coax me into a dark corner. Connor was as nonthreatening as a man could be. And so, so gorgeous.

I smiled. "Sure. Why not?"

Back from the dead...and back to square one.

No Distance Left to Run 2014 L.A. Witt and Aleksandr Voinov The Distance Between Us, Book 4 The night before Chris and his best friend Joshua were sent thousands of miles apart on their respective Mormon missions, they finally gave in to their mutual desire. Left trying to make sense of what happened, Chris's already shaky faith crumbled altogether a year later, when Joshua suddenly died.

Inconsolable, ostracized by his family and the only community he'd ever known, Chris found his way on his own. Now he's going to school and loves his job as a bartender at Wilde's. Years after Joshua's death, he's finally moving on.

Then a familiar face rocks his world. Joshua isn't dead. He's back in Seattle to make peace with his dying father, with a new name, a new accent...and old feelings for Chris that are alive and well.

Forgiveness doesn't come easy for anyone, but just as Chris is accepting that the man he loves isn't going to run away this time, their families threaten to pull them apart all over again...

Warning: Contains two lost boys who need to make up for a h.e.l.l of a lot of lost time. There's also a military uniform, a tuxedo, and a knife. In the same scene. And yes, it's that kind of scene.

Enjoy the following excerpt for No Distance Left to Run: "Well, this is the place." I waved a hand at the interior of my apartment.

Joshua-Julien-set his rucksack down beside the door. "It's nice. No..." His eyes lost focus, and he made a frustrated gesture. "Uh, no... f.u.c.k, what's the word?" He snapped his fingers. "Roommate. You don't have a roommate?"

"No roommate." I smirked. "Relearning English, are we?"

He laughed, and his cheeks colored. "You'd be amazed how quickly another language takes over."

"Guess I shouldn't be surprised, you who were practically fluent in Spanish while the rest of us were still trying to remember how to say 'water'."

Julien chuckled. "Still, it's different when it's all you're speaking. It was hard at first, but before I knew it, I was even thinking in French."

"Wow."

Our eyes locked.

G.o.d, so many questions.

Before I even realized I was speaking, I whispered, "Why, Joshua?"

He lowered his gaze and ran a hand through his short hair. "Would any explanation I gave you change anything?"

"It might make things a little easier to stomach." I folded my arms across my chest. "I lost my best friend."

"I'm back now."

"For how long?"

He didn't answer.

Sighing, I pressed my shoulder against the wall, just looking for some support since my knees weren't all that reliable when he was around. "I lost my best friend. I... G.o.d, I lost my mind after I found out."

He flinched. "I'm so sorry, Chris. That's... I don't know what else I can say."

"Just tell me why."

Without looking at me, he said, "It wasn't you."

I blinked a few times, wondering how the h.e.l.l to take that. "It wasn't me? Except it was me-and everyone else-you left behind."