Christian Sartori: Surveillance officer, facial recognition guru and aspiring surfing god.
Ben McCormick: Casino games dealer, couch surfer and down on his luck.
Christian falls for Ben's Raphaelite-like beauty the very first moment he sees him, dealing at a busy pai gow table, but fraternisation between their departments is strictly forbidden. Christian instead catches glimpses through the cameras at work, hoping management won't notice he has "eyes on" Ben more than he should.
When Ben is brutally attacked as he leaves work one night, Christian is fortunately watching and comes to his aid. This starts them on a road that travels from friendship to more as they both deal with injuries, a career change, the farce that is Valentine's Day, and a mother with a crippling gambling addiction.
I See You is a story about love, compassion and helping out your fellow man, which can sometimes bring you things you never thought possible.
Ben went straight to the sink, rinsed his brush and then topped it with paste. Christian went to the toilet bowl and stood there.
After a minute without hearing a sound, Ben turned and took his brush out of his mouth, enquiring, “Everything okay?” Ben saw the back of Christian’s neck go red before he mumbled, “Can’t pee,” Ben barely able to hear him.
“Stage fright?” Ben asked sympathetically. “I’m nearly done.”
Christian groaned, and Ben couldn’t work out if it was from embarrassment, frustration or discomfort—or all three! “Sort of… and you gave me a stiffy.”
Ben spat toothpaste onto his cast as he tried to control his laughter. Well that cleared that puzzle up. “Sorry, so not sorry, Christian.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever peed in front of anyone before,” Christian continued, the back of his neck still pink, and refusing to turn around and acknowledge Ben’s humour at his predicament. “Well, except when I was a kid. Mum always told me to use the cubicles when we were out, and at school, in case some creep tried to check me out at the urinals and take photos.”
This sobered Ben’s amusement quickly and he had a newfound respect for Diane and her ace parenting skills. “Really? Wow, okay. I’m done anyway. If you can move aside for a sec, I’ll go quickly and then leave you alone. Maybe my tinkle will encourage your tinkle.” Ben was straight-faced when he said it, but his tone and the use of the word “tinkle,” told Christian that he found the whole situation highly amusing, and that he needed to start thinking of some form of punishment for Ben’s mockery of his embarrassing predicament.
Christian moved to the sink and started his own brushing, flossing and mouthwash routine, while trying to block out the “tinkling” in the background. He knew it was silly, and that bodily functions were natural and everyone had them, but it would take a bit for his bladder and ears to get used to sharing a bathroom. He would try valiantly, though, because he wanted that normalness in their relationship.
As promised, Ben left as soon as he’d finished, flushed and washed his hands at the sink, dropping a kiss onto Christian’s bare back on the way past. By the time Christian finished his ablutions and got back to the bedroom Ben was snuggled under the comforter, only his face and soft curls visible. Ben was adorably sleepy-looking, so Christian just climbed in and turned off the bedside lamp, pulling Ben close and relaxing into the dark silence. His erection had gone down once Ben had left the bathroom, but Ben’s sweet-smelling skin and warm furry thigh flung over his legs had things stirring again down south. Christian decided he was simply too tired to act on it, and by the soft snores resonating against his chest, Ben was too. Drifting into sleep with the man he was falling deeper in love with every minute they spent together was his new bliss, even more so than Tim Tam cheesecake.
Susan Reeves is a lifelong avid reader who has had a fairly interesting life so far and has some stories of her own that she wanted to share. She lives in the most beautiful place in the world, in her opinion, and you’ll find glimpses throughout her stories as she loves to share it with her readers.
Susan also loves to potter around the kitchen, walk along the healing sands of her local beaches, and have coffee therapy with friends.
An advocate for equality, living simply and all things green, Susan spends any spare time spreading light and love in hope that it touches those who might need a little.
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