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“Where are you going?” Wyatt asked, propping himself up in the bed.

Kaden glanced over his shoulder at the way the sheet draped over the man’s waist. It made him want to slid back into that bed, but he couldn’t. Still, he forced a grin. “I’m either going out for ice cream, or to commit a heinous crime. I’ll decide in the car.”

“Not funny,” Wyatt growled, but Kaden saw his lips twitch anyway. “You’re not supposed to tell a cop before you commit a crime. And you being out of my bed at this hour is a bad enough one.”

Kaden curled his lips in to hide his own smile. “Are you going to arrest me, officer?” He couldn’t believe he was joking about that. At one time it would have been a perfectly serious question.

“Not if you come back willingly.”

He couldn’t hold in his grin any longer. And he moved back toward the bed, but he didn’t drop his shoes. He leaned over and kissed Wyatt. When he drew back, he ran his thumb over Wyatt’s lips. “Sorry,” he said. “I promised Mom I’d meet her and the kids for breakfast. I didn’t want to wake you, but I see I failed there. Don’t worry, when I get back you can throw me back on the bed.”

“Just watch me,” Wyatt said. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

Kaden laughed and stepped back, slipping his shoes on. Then, he headed out of the apartment. But, as much as he was looking forward to seeing him mom and siblings, he still wished he was back there with Wyatt now.


This week’s Fiction Friday prompt was the line: “I’m either going out for ice cream, or to commit a heinous crime. I’ll decide in the car.” I’m not sure if this will take place during Wyatt & Kaden’s story or sometime after.

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