Doren
How did August manage to do that to him? That look of…God, he didn’t even know what it was. Something simple, something honest, something Doren didn’t see on many faces these days. So Doren walked the tightrope of kissing August, waiting for the inevitable crash of getting pushed away and August lived up to expectations, backing off immediately and folding his arms over chest.
Doren couldn’t stop the sigh any more than he could keep the annoyance off his face. So rather than watch August get flustered by his reaction, Doren turned and gave it to rain.
“I’m sorry, Doren,” August mumbled. “I just can’t.”
There was no point in answering, Doren decided. What difference would it make? Obviously, he wasn’t going to be granted any control over any of this.
“Doren?” August touched his b
