Sixty Shades Of Ice
I tilted my head slightly, replaying everything in my mind—the way his voice shook even when he tried to sound firm, the way his eyes avoided mine until they didn’t… and when they did?
Fuck.
That spark.
That fire.
That denial.
It only made it worse.
“Not fucking gay,” I muttered under my breath, the words echoing back with amusement.
I licked my lips slowly.
“Well, I’m absolutely fucking gay for you, baby.”
This was going to be so fucking fun and amusing in every fucking way.
Reaching the dumb school cafeteria, I spotted Clinton and Ezekiel.
Well… that’s an unusual combination.
“Niko.” Clinton brightly waved, as I pulled out a chair close to him and opposite Ezekiel.
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