Gг©minis Controla A Capricornio Anyta Sunday Epub Instant
Marcus didn't turn around, but the corner of his mouth quirked. "And you’re doing the thing where you vibrate at a frequency that makes my teeth ache. It’s 9:00 PM on a Tuesday, Liam."
The apartment was too quiet, which, for Liam, was a personal affront to the universe. He sprawled across the sofa, a vibrant mess of limbs and half-finished sketches, watching Marcus. Marcus was reorganizing his bookshelves by height, spine color, and—Liam suspected—moral integrity. GГ©minis Controla A Capricornio Anyta Sunday epub
"I have the temperament! I’m a Gemini. I contain multitudes," Liam said, springing up and invading Marcus’s personal space. He looped his arms around Marcus’s neck, grin wide and infectious. "And you have the discipline. You’re the anchor, I’m the kite. Together, we’re... a very well-anchored kite." Marcus didn't turn around, but the corner of
"Exactly! The night is young, the air is crisp, and I’ve decided we’re going to bake a cake. A complex one. With layers." He sprawled across the sofa, a vibrant mess
Marcus finally turned, leaning against the mahogany shelf. He looked at the flour-dusted chaos Liam had already managed to create in the kitchen just by thinking about baking. "We don’t have eggs. Or a plan. Or, frankly, the temperament for layers."
Marcus sighed, but his hands found Liam’s waist, pulling him in. The rigid lines of his posture softened, defeated by the sheer, relentless energy of the man in his arms. "The kite is currently tangling its string in my organized life."
"Fine," Marcus murmured against his lips. "But I’m measuring the flour."
Marcus didn't turn around, but the corner of his mouth quirked. "And you’re doing the thing where you vibrate at a frequency that makes my teeth ache. It’s 9:00 PM on a Tuesday, Liam."
The apartment was too quiet, which, for Liam, was a personal affront to the universe. He sprawled across the sofa, a vibrant mess of limbs and half-finished sketches, watching Marcus. Marcus was reorganizing his bookshelves by height, spine color, and—Liam suspected—moral integrity.
"I have the temperament! I’m a Gemini. I contain multitudes," Liam said, springing up and invading Marcus’s personal space. He looped his arms around Marcus’s neck, grin wide and infectious. "And you have the discipline. You’re the anchor, I’m the kite. Together, we’re... a very well-anchored kite."
"Exactly! The night is young, the air is crisp, and I’ve decided we’re going to bake a cake. A complex one. With layers."
Marcus finally turned, leaning against the mahogany shelf. He looked at the flour-dusted chaos Liam had already managed to create in the kitchen just by thinking about baking. "We don’t have eggs. Or a plan. Or, frankly, the temperament for layers."
Marcus sighed, but his hands found Liam’s waist, pulling him in. The rigid lines of his posture softened, defeated by the sheer, relentless energy of the man in his arms. "The kite is currently tangling its string in my organized life."
"Fine," Marcus murmured against his lips. "But I’m measuring the flour."