Unbreakable Bond

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ate. The man must be feeling very guilty for what he’d done to him if he would waste his time sitting outside his house, doing nothing for three straight hours every day. For a banke

oon in their mouth, right? Well, important person or not, Chris’ quest to stalk him was rather odd, Shane thought. But much as Shane felt

od night’s sleep. Had it not been for the insistent knocking on his bedroom door by his housekeeper, which had woken Shane up at noon the following day which was a Sunday, Shane would have probably slept till evening. N

ive Chris away from where he sat. But on second thought, Shane had told him to let Chris be. He’d noticed that the security guard had still gone outside to talk to Chris but Shane hadn’t asked the guy what was said. And for

and then watched as Chris got on his usual perch. And when Shane felt the smile on his own face, he’d groaned and left the window,

e window. Chris had always been a go-getter, had always done exactly what he believed in. Some things obviously never changed, Shane laughed softly to himself. Just as he

, it was pouring outside. The forecast had said there was g

getting drenched within seconds. When he saw an equally drenched Chris sitting with his face on his knees, probably hiding his face from the onslaught of

hane gesturing with his head for him to come in. He got off the ledg

the den. “There are towels in the bathroom and cloth

was standing in front of the fireplace, staring into the

Chris sa

r. “Get yourself a drink,” Shane sa

himself and for Shane. He went to give the drink to Shane and gave a slight nod when Shane murmured his thanks. Both sat down and drank in silence whilst wat

heir minds were filled with thoughts about each other. When the bottle got empty, Shane went to bring another bottle but didn’t sit

wanted to strangle that very moment…the silly weatherman for giving a wrong report and himself for not exercising restr

happened and wouldn’t have spontaneously dashed out like a fucking good Samaritan. Shane co