Jean X Armin Novels & Stories

And Brandon will find me. Ryan is waiting for us with the door to the limo open, and as I dart in, a flash goes off and Xavier curses. His hand flexes at his side like he’s restraining the urge to go after the photographer and punch him. Then, in a second, he smooths it over, slipping into control like he always does as he enters the limo. But I can't help but realize that my picture was just taken. I'm doomed, I think to myself as a tear runs down my face.