Dangerous Attraction

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I'M STRUGGLING TO FIGURE OUT WHO I AM, CHAINED BY THIS FEAR INSIDE
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“Good afternoon.”



Brendon immediately blushed and his heart skipped a beat. I-It was as though
the man were standing right before him, speaking to him. Unconsciously,
Brendon squeezed his bundle of sheets more tightly to him and could feel his
cheeks on fire.



“I’ve brought your package.”



“Thank you,” His mother returned to him kindly and Brendon slowly turned to
press his back up against the wall of the hallway. His heart was beating quickly
and heavily… and he pulled his covers up to hide behind them… a-as he listened
for his voice.

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“The bag is heavy,” Mr. Ardel spoke up again and Brendon immediately tensed…
snuggling with his sheets more… his cheeks on fire. “If you like I can bring it
inside and set it on a table.”



“Oh, of course,” His mother returned and Brendon could hear the sound of the
doors as she held them open for him. “The coffee table will do just fine.”



Brendon trembled, his heart beating quickly. F-From where he was in the hallway,
Mr. Ardel wouldn’t be able to see him. He flushed deeper… a-and continued to
stand in the hallway… his heart going wild… as he waited with anticipation.



H-He would fill the living room with his scent… A-And then he would have even
more of it. Brendon was being greedy… He wanted more and more… N-No, he
didn’t… d-didn’t want his stupid scent…!

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Brendon’s heart was going wild… thundering within his chest. He took in a shaky
breath and continued to stay hidden within the hallway with his back pressed firmly
against the wall. He held his sheets tightly, hiding behind them as he listened
intently. H-He had entered their home now… H-He could hear him in the living
room.



“How long did you say it was since you arrived to Manta Carlos?”



“It’s been just under two weeks,” His mother returned, talking to him so casually.
“But, I’m afraid we’ve only just now started our shopping and getting things
together.”



Brendon didn’t dare move… He wanted to smell him… He wanted to be able to
smell his scent, but he was too far away. B-But, he didn’t dare move… He would
have to patiently wait…

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“I see. May I use your washroom?”



Brendon’s eyes widened and instantly riveted on the bathroom right across from
him. His heart tripled in speed, and he didn’t waste a moment to quickly move
away from the wall and rush into his bedroom to hide. His cheeks were on fire as
he closed the door behind him and then stood before it… still clinging to his covers…
as he stared.



He could hear the sound of his mother’s voice, although muffled, telling Mr. Ardel
where their bathroom was. H-He was… w-was a bad man…! A-A bad man…!
Brendon couldn’t help the thought that flittered across his mind, imagining him
coming into his room to greet him and try to kiss him once more.



The thought—as silly and absurd as it was—caused the red faced teenager to
quickly turn around and rush to his bed. He jumped into it and pulled his covers
up around him… covering himself completely with the exception of his head
peeking out and his eyes staring at the door.

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From beyond his closed door, Brendon could hear him… he could sense him
walking down the hall and to the bathroom. Brendon blushed deeply, his eyes
first wide… but then becoming hooded… as his heart continued to pound frantically
within his chest.



He could hear his movements, hear his clothes, and envision him beyond his
bedroom door. B-But, to his alarm, he heard him walking forward a-and to his
door…! Brendon gasped softly, his eyes widening once more… a-as the man’s
scent finally began to reach his nose.



It made his nose tingle and grow warm. It made his entire body grow warm…



He hugged his sheets, underneath his large comforter blanket, closer… a-and
continued to stare out at his door. He half expected for him to open the door, for
him to step inside…



His heart clenched… a-and…

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