WIP I Cant Say It Blogfest

It's another WIP Wednesday and it happens to fall on yet another blogfest. Really, I didn't plan it this way. I was signed up for hte blogfest long before I started the WIP Wednesday. Since this is only week 2 of the schedule it's believable right? lol

I Can't Say It Blogfest

The host is Shelley at Stories in the Ordinary
"Have you written a scene where a character has something to say (even better if it's something s/he needs to say) but can't quite get the words out? Or are you up for writing one?"
So, the goal is to write a scene where a character wants/needs to say something to someone but are unable to do such. Yeah, I just reworded what you know already at this point but that's okay. My scene is a rough draft with a minor edit in that I deleted a few minor words. lol... Enjoy!

The Novel: Angel//Demon

I'm going with this novel yet again because it's a scene that has already been shared on Writing.com and was written for a short story writing class. It actually comes after the secret scene, where Elijah(the angel) is talking to one of his wards that he guards. After reading a quotation that says that even silence can be lying, he goes home and struggles with that idea. While Lucas is a minor demon, he doesn't know that his boyfriend, Elijah, is an angel.

The Scene:

Elijah closed his eyes, bowing his head down as he stepped forward to meet the torrent of water that escaped the shower head. The cleansing citrus smell of his shampoo combined with the hot air and helped him relax as he breathed in. Once done with the exfoliation and removal of soap, he paused to stare at the dark blue bottle that belonged to his boyfriend. Lifting it, he took a whiff and sighed. He could picture Lucas, and imagine the smell lingering from his blonde spikes.

Guilt started to form in his stomach, tightening into a twisted knot. Lucas had no idea who he really was and that omission, that silence felt wrong. He was lying to the only man he'd ever been able to get close to and it pained him.

Cold water against his shoulder woke Elijah from his guilt trance and he turned it off. Stepping out of the shower on a flat mat covering the white tiles, he grabbed a white towel and dried off. He pulled on a pair of white boxers before wrapping a dry towel around his wast and stepping out into the hallway.

"I'm home."

Lucas' timing always seemed to amaze him. He felt almost naked, having to cover his bare chest with his arms. It wasn't necessary but he couldn't stop himself. "Did you have a good shift?" Elijah watched as Lucas tossed his jacket on the couch.

"It was alright." Lucas sauntered to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of a golden liquor before stopping at the edge of the hall. "I broke another cup and the bran muffins burned again."

"Do you think that not telling someone something is lying?" He let the question out, realizing the randomness of it.

It did catch Lucas' attention as he took a slow drink while staring back. Once the glass was down, he gave his answer. "No... I don't think not telling everything is lying. I mean, we can't tell each other every single thing we see, think, or feel. Can we?"

"I guess not."

"As long as you're not hiding something big." He looked at the glass before adding, "You seeing someone else?"

The question caught him off guard. "No. I would never..."

"Okay then," Lucas interjected. "I doubt you could ever lie, anyways. You're too innocent."