Lucas passed the next few hours perusing cooking magazines for recipe tips and decent restaurants whilst glancing at Flynn regularly. He was on the lookout for signs of overworking.
Lucas’ method of choosing what to make for dinner was to check what was in the fridge and cupboards. Henry had gone shopping that day so they were both well stocked. He had a few ideas after digging through the contents. There was also dessert to make as well.
Flynn stared down a guilty looking Lucas with a cold gaze. He had only heard the last sentence of the conversation, but judging from the appearance of sweat on Lucas’ face on a cool day, they had been talking about him for a while.
Flynn sat down on the sofa expectantly. Lucas had promised they would watch some other programs and he was keen to get started.It was more rewarding than working later into
The sun was streaming through the curtains when Lucas opened his eyes and he was initially confused by his surroundings before his memory kicked in. He was staying at Flynn’s house and… Flynn should be lying next to him in bed.
Four o’clock in the afternoon came all too soon. Flynn watched Lucas walk down the hallway in his coat with his bag knowing he was going to be alone again with only work to keep him amused.
Flynn woke up the next morning with renewed vigour from the weekend. He was going to go to the office and get through as much as he could so his time with Lucas would come sooner.
Flynn frowned over the report he was reading. There were only five minutes before it was time to leave and he wanted to finish the day on a good note so he forced himself to read it fast even though his head was in pain.
Now he completely understood why the truth had been kept well away from him. It was a nasty thing to remember his parents dying in front of him.He felt bile rise in his throat and
2 years later:“Are you going to the patisserie later?” Sarah asked.
His aunt and uncle looked quite different compared to how they had looked before. Flynn reminded himself that it had been five years since he had moved out and said goodbye and a lot could happen in five years.
Dylan’s face was a picture and Flynn removed the hand from his shoulder. He realised after seeing a strong expression of anger form on his cousin's face that he hadn’t taken Dylan’s potential reactions into account. He didn’t want to be on the receiving end of anything physical so he took a cautious step away.
“Your boy- I mean the big boss has come to visit!” Steve announced with visible excitement.Lucas looked up from his génoise sponge mixture. That was unexpected.
Meredith was much sharper than he had ever given her credit for. He really had underestimated his secretary. He couldn’t even guess how she had managed to work that out.&ldq
Flynn woke up to the sound of birds tweeting outside in the window. He took a few seconds to process his changed surroundings. The plain white ceiling and blue bed covers meant he was in Lucas’ bedroom.
Lucas stilled at the question. It was the most un-Flynnlike thing he had heard come out of his boyfriend’s mouth.Why was he asking such a strange question?
Lucas was feeling faintly suspicious. Flynn had come across as very happy on the first two phone calls they’d shared after parting.Now he looked like he was pretending to be
That night was nothing but a sea of nightmares for Flynn.He saw everything that night. His parents dying, the fire, him being outcast at school, photos of him splashed across the