8. Chapter 8 (1/1)

chapter 8

"so what are we?" artha asked, looking at beau. "are we just friends that occasionally kiss? or what?"

beau was quiet for a few moments. "what do you want us to be?" beau asked eventually, "i'll take whatever you're willing to give me. i love you artha."

"i love you too beau," artha said softly. "i think i'd like to be your boyfriend…if that's okay with you."

beau grinned at artha, rolling so that he was straddling him, an arm on either side of his head and a leg on either side of his. "whatever you want," he said, kissing artha, slow, sweet, and soft.

artha smiled into the kiss. he could get used to this.

a year later

"are you okay?" beau asked, standing in the doorway of the bathroom. "you've been sick for a while."

"i'm fine," artha said, sitting up, away from the toilet. "really," he said, seeing beau's unbelieving look. "i just, i need to go check on cy. she was running oddly in our last race." artha stood up and washed his mouth out before quickly

ushing his teeth.

beau gave artha a long look. "okay," he conceded, "but if you start feeling sick again, you will tell me, understand?"

"yes sir," artha said with a mocking salute, kissing beau on the cheek. "i'll see you later."

beau nodded and let artha out of the bathroom. "be careful!" he called after artha.

"where's the fun in that?" artha called back.