My story this time is concerned with the sin of Hate
Here's a little taste from my story called HailStorm
Later that day, Chance followed Danson to the music room as usual. He’d mastered the first four bars and now was given four more. Danson stood watching him as he played. The expression on his face was unreadable. Finally, he said, “you’re not concentrating, Chance.”
“No,” Chance sighed, putting down the guitar, “I’m not. We need to talk.”
“I know,” Danson replied.
Chance was surprised. “So I didn’t image that you…”
“No,” he said, “you didn’t imagine anything.” He stayed his distance.
“We need to put this aside.”
“Maybe we need to but I can’t,” Danson met his gaze. “I…have feelings for you I didn’t expect to have.”
“We need to…” Chance paced, swallowing. He looked everywhere except at him. If it wasn’t for Hail, he’d be in his arms right now.
Danson’s hands came down on Chance’s shoulders. He turned him around to face him. “I know what we need to do.”
“Don’t,” Chance protested, shaking his head.
“Jesus Christ, I’m losing my mind,” Danson said hoarsely, ‘kiss me.”
