The first time Matt and Mello came face to face, the redhead was backed against a wall with a cold muzzle pressed under his chin. It rested in the spot almost directly under his mouth, forcing his head backwards as its owner smirked, pressing close, invading Matt's personal space and creating an uncomfortable sense of claustrophobia. Eyes wide and filled with surprise, he stared at the blond hellion holding him captive, quickly scanning his pale colored orbs for any show of mercy, or forgiveness.
There was none. Not a single dab, or even a smidgeon. Just cold, icy blue.
Matt could lose himself in that blue, if he stared too long. They remin
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Falling in love with a street magician
Falling in Love with a Street Magician
Dorian Monroe
At first, I didn’t notice anything, not with movements as swift and discrete as a street magician. A flick of the wrist. A subtle transition into her pocket. Putting her phone away into her purse. I didn’t know on early dates of movies and dinners, she was pocketing condiments, table toppers, and other small, insignificant items right before me.
It wasn’t until we got comfortable, and closer, that I realized she would slip nail polish up her coat sleeve, drop a lighter into her purse as we stood in line.
She didn’t take shiny items with big price tags, or anythin