Christie Gordon A Summer Without Rain (pdf)

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him. She stirred the stew in her bowl.
What do you mean, boys like him? He dropped his spoon
into his bowl, staring at her.
He s queer, Ciaran. Nothing wrong with it, you know. I just
knew it the moment I saw him. Of course, I m used to it, being
part of the queer community myself. Maybe I just pick up on it
easier than most. But he has a way about him, you know, sort of
feminine. She chuckled. Although he sure likes to hide it. He s
such a sweet boy, you couldn t have found any better. She
brought her filled spoon up to her mouth.
He blushed. How strange it was, having this kind of
conversation about Shannon with his aunt. His brows furrowed.
He thought about what she said while he ate. Sure, Shannon
always seemed different to him, but he never really thought of
him as feminine. Was that what attracted Mr. Flannigan to him in
the first place? You re right, I couldn t have found any better.
She looked at him. What?
He smiled. I said, you re right. I couldn t have found any
better.
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Mineral Oil
hannon woke on his back with his head still pounding, but
not nearly as bad as the last time he opened his eyes. He
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looked at his surroundings. Where was he exactly? It looked
vaguely familiar, but he couldn t quite place where he saw these
furnishings before. He tried to remember what happened. But
the only images flashing through his foggy head were of Ciaran
telling him he had to stay in Enfield for his father.
He moved his limbs. Sharp pain bolted through his body,
making him flinch. He brought an arm up and touched the
bandage around his forehead. Why on Earth was his head
wrapped up? Gazing down, he saw Ciaran lying across his chest.
The sight brought an immediate smile to his face. If this was a
dream, he didn t want to ever wake up.
Stirring, Ciaran s eyes opened partially. Startling, his eyes
opened fully and he raised his head. Shannon, you re awake?
And you re not in pain?
Um, not too much. His brows furrowed in confusion.
What happened? Where are we? Where is your da? Why do I
have
Bloody hell, Shannon, one question at a time, all right?
Ciaran propped himself up on an elbow and gazed at him.
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He frowned and a slow smile spread over his lips,
remembering something. So you want to take me to the
cathedrals and go to the shops, do you?
Blushing, Ciaran lowered his gaze and grinned. You did hear
me.
I guess so. It s all a bloody jumble though. The last thing I
really remember is being at your house. Pain stabbed him with
the memory of leaving Ciaran. How destitute he d been. It
rained, didn t it?
Yeah, it rained. It downpoured and stormed even, and you
went off in it, bloody left me. But I understand, you had to. Next
thing I knew, my da is telling me how he knows about us.
Gasping, fear gripped his heart. He knows?
Reaching up, Ciaran brushed a strand of hair from his
bandage. It s okay. I know you won t believe this, but he actually
doesn t mind, too much anyway. It s a long story.
He clutched the bedcovers in his hand, feeling his heart
pound. It didn t matter what Ciaran told him. How would he ever
face Ciaran s father again?
My da spoke to your parents, too.
He winced. Oh, no.
Yes, well, he said your ma was pretty bloody upset. But they
did give us some money and your things. Ciaran nodded to the
suitcase resting along the wall. They want you to write them.
What on Earth for? I can t believe they d even care if I was
alive now. He looked away. What would he even have to say to
his parents? They only told Ciaran s father to have him write to
make themselves look good. They d really disowned him.
Shannon, you re still their son, no matter if you re queer.
His eyes flashed at him. What did you call me?
Ciaran flushed, toying with the dark quilt before looking
directly at him. I said you re queer. You are, aren t you? I mean,
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you told me you always liked boys and well, Iona said you were.
Embarrassment reddened his cheeks. I suppose I am, but
you don t have to be so bloody blunt about it.
I m sorry. Iona says there s nothing wrong with it, Ciaran
said softly.
Confusion washed over him. We re at Iona s?
Yes we are and you re all right now. Ciaran beamed at him.
Sounds like you and Iona have been talking quite a lot about
me while I laid here almost bloody dead. He let out an uneasy
exhale. This conversation really unnerved him. He felt
overexposed after hiding himself for so long. A thought came to
him. Well, what does that make you then?
Ciaran shrugged, giving him a wide grin. I don t know,
bloody mad, maybe. Madly in love.
He gave him a playful hug, winced with pain and kissed him
quickly on the cheek. Please, tell me what happened to me.
Ciaran sighed. So my da sent me to find you, which I did, on
the roadside, all bloody beat up. I took you to a doctor who
stitched and bandaged your head. Ciaran pointed to his
forehead.
Reaching back up, he fingered the bandage.
And then I brought you here to get rested. Ciaran twisted
his head to look out the window. And I think it s very early in
the morning.
I m starving.
Ciaran grinned. I knew you would be. I ll go make you some
breakfast. I think it s too early even for Iona to be up.
As Ciaran shimmied to the edge of the bed, he grabbed his
arm. No, stay with me a little while longer. He didn t know
why, but he needed him beside him right now.
Leaning over, Ciaran gave him a deep kiss. Whatever you
want. You sure you don t want some food? You haven t eaten in
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almost two days. Unbelievable, really, must be a bloody record.
Chuckling, Ciaran entwined himself around him, resting his head
over his bruised chest again.
He held tight to him for a few moments. Um, maybe I would
like some breakfast and to get cleaned up.
Ciaran s head lifted and his eyes studied his face. Really?
Cleaned up? You must be all bloody recovered then.
Coyly, he said, Enough. I think I still need you to take care of
me though. Would Ciaran understand his meaning? Even though
he still hurt, having him close like this hardened his cock. He
leaned over, pulling him up to his face, and gave him a
passionate kiss.
Oh, you are a wicked one, Shannon. Ciaran ran his hand
down between his thighs, feeling the burgeoning erection.
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