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Gold & Sand Chapter 153
Two days laterArthur spotted Cassidy standing near the entrance of the theater, leaning against the wall with an air of confidence that seemed almost too practiced. Cassidy’s eyes immediately locked onto Arthur’s, and he straightened up, a smug smile creeping across his face as he walked toward him."Right on time, Arthur," Cassidy said, his voice smooth with an edge of amusement. "I was starting to wonder if you were going to bail on me."Arthur, completely oblivious to the pressure behind Cassidy’s words, smiled brightly. "Nah, wouldn’t dream of it," he said with a shrug, brushing off the tension he didn’t sense. "I’m here for the movie."Cassidy’s smile deepened, the slightest flicker of something possessive crossing his features before he masked it with a charm-filled grin. “Good,” he said, voice a little too steady, a little too sure. “Let’s grab our tickets then.”
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Arthur had always been the type to lose himself in the chaos of everyday life. Work, the investigation, his past… all of it churned in his mind like a never-ending storm. So when Cassidy suggested meeting at an art gallery, Arthur had almost laughed at the idea. He had never been one for fine art, never seen the appeal of standing in front of a painting for hours trying to find meaning in brushstrokes. But something in Cassidy’s voice, that smooth, confident way he’d offered it, made Arthur hesitate, then agree.Now, standing in front of the glass doors of the gallery, Arthur felt oddly out of place. He adjusted his jacket, a nervous habit he didn’t even realize he had, before pushing the door open and stepping inside. The cool air inside hit him in a way that made him shiver, though it was warm enough outside. He glanced around at the sleek white walls, the delicate lighting that made the space feel like a sanctuary. Everything about the place felt m
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It had been two months since that night at the bar. In that time, Arthur and Cassidy had spent countless evenings together... sometimes talking late into the night over drinks, sometimes sharing comfortable silences during walks through the city. They had slipped into a rhythm, something unspoken but undeniable. The moments between them had grown more relaxed, more comfortable, as if they had always been destined to find each other.Arthur never thought he’d be in a relationship like this, not in the way Cassidy made him feel. It was different from anything he’d known. They weren’t just two people casually hanging out anymore. They were… something more.Casual touches had become frequent... fingers brushing as they passed a menu, hands lingering longer than necessary when they reached for something at the same time. A soft look here, a quiet laugh there. Their conversations had deepened, too... about things beyond the surface level, mom
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Cassidy drove home in complete silence, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His mind was racing, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. Arthur is a cop. A cop. For two months, he had been dating, touching, kissing, and sleeping with a damn police officer.He parked the car but didn’t get out immediately. He sat there, staring blankly at his hands. This had to be some kind of sick joke, right? Some elaborate prank Arthur was pulling on him? But no… Arthur wasn’t that type. Arthur was oblivious, naive, and frustratingly honest. If he said he worked at the police station, then he did. No hesitation. No second-guessing. Like it wasn’t the most insane thing Cassidy had ever heard.Cassidy exhaled sharply and ran a hand down his face. Two months of investing in Arthur… two months of getting attached. He had been this close to introducing Arthur to his family. Hell, he had promised Arthur he would. And now?
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Cassidy guided the car smoothly through the dimly lit streets, the low hum of the engine filling the silence of the night. His fingers drummed idly against the steering wheel, his mind half on the road, half on the weight of the past few hours.Arthur had asked him to pick him up from work. A simple request. Something normal couples did. But there was nothing normal about them. Arthur was a cop, and Cassidy was a capo.The contradiction burned in his chest like a cigarette ember.He pulled up near the police station, parking in a shadowed spot across the street. He didn't need the wrong set of eyes spotting him and asking questions. If anyone recognized his car sitting outside a precinct for too long, rumors would spread like wildfire. He couldn't afford that kind of attention.His phone buzzed in the cupholder. The screen lit up with a name that had been at his side for years… Nate.Cassidy picked up, keeping his voice low. "Talk to me."
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Arthur reached the door to Cassidy’s car and slid inside.“Hey,” Arthur greeted, his voice warm as he leaned in to kiss Cassidy on the lips. The kiss was soft, but Cassidy’s response was lackluster, a little dry.Arthur pulled back slightly, studying Cassidy’s face. “Is everything okay?”Cassidy gave a quick, shallow nod, but his tone was flat, the word hanging in the air with a certain detachment. “Yes.”He started the car with a practiced ease, gripping the wheel tightly as he shifted into gear. The engine hummed beneath them, but the silence was thick, lingering like an unspoken weight between them.“So, how was your day?” Cassidy finally asked, breaking the stillness. His voice was casual, but the question felt more like an afterthought.Arthur shifted in his seat, the tension in the car unnoticed by him. “It was good.” He gave a quick rundown, nothing too deta
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Cassidy pulled up to Arthur’s apartment, his grip firm on the steering wheel. His face was unreadable, smooth, almost indifferent… like the conversation they’d had earlier meant nothing.Arthur, oblivious to the hurricane brewing beneath Cassidy’s exterior, unbuckled his seatbelt with a soft click. He turned, flashing that easy smile of his, the one Cassidy once found annoying but had somehow grown used to."Thanks for the ride," Arthur said, then leaned in, pressing another kiss to Cassidy’s lips.Cassidy forced himself to kiss back. Not too eager, not too cold. Just enough to keep Arthur from asking questions."Goodnight," Arthur said, slipping out of the car.Cassidy waited, watching as Arthur walked toward his apartment building. He saw the way Arthur’s posture was relaxed, the way he had no idea that the man he’d been sleeping with for two months was barely keeping his ra
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The sleek black car pulled up outside the police station just as officers and staff were spilling out for their lunch breaks. Cassidy sat behind the wheel, sunglasses shielding his expression as he drummed his fingers lightly against the steering wheel.Arthur emerged from the station, practically bouncing down the steps. The moment he spotted Cassidy, a grin spread across his face, bright and boyish as ever.Cassidy rolled down the window, smirking. “You waiting for a prince, sweetheart?”Arthur laughed, already reaching for the car door. “Nope, just my very shady, very rich boyfriend.” He slid in and leaned over, pressing a kiss to Cassidy’s lips without hesitation. It was quick, affectionate… too easy.Cassidy kissed him back, but something about it twisted in his chest. Arthur had no idea who he was really kissing. No idea that the man sitting beside him had already started planning ways to
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Clark stepped out of the bathroom, hair still damp, glasses fogging slightly as he adjusted them with one hand. A loose t-shirt clung to his frame, baggy pajama pants hanging low on his hips, flip flops slapping lightly against the hardwood as he moved.The scent hit him before he reached the living room—rosemary, garlic, a hint of something sweet. His stomach, traitorous as ever, growled on cue.Adam was at the stove, shirtless, a tea towel slung over his shoulder. The muscles in his back shifted with each movement, smooth and effortless as he stirred something in a pan.Clark hovered at the edge of the room. “You cook like that and still act surprised people want to fuck you.”Adam didn’t turn. “You flirt like that and still wonder why you end up bruised.”Clark smirked, stepping further in. “Touché.”Adam plated without a word, setting two dishes on the table like it was routine. Like they weren’t still bruised from each other in all the wrong ways.Clark raised an eyebrow. “Settin
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