Just Some Guy Without A Mustache Novels & Stories

But there were dark circles under his eyes, and a tight, cynical line to his mouth that hadn't been there a week ago. He didn't look like a guy holding the fort. He looked like a guy standing in the middle of a burning building. Justin didn't say hello. He just pushed a bottle of cheap domestic beer across the sticky table toward me. "Look at you.” Justin drawled, leaning back and crossing his arms, a fake smirk playing on his lips. "I didn't know Tom Ford made suits for guys who solve their problems with crowbars. Does the jacket come with a matching purse, or is that extra?"

He turned on the shower barely catching a grip if the valve fully,his hand were wet and were shaking uncontrollably, he jumped into the tub,flashes of the memories he had in this tub with Julie played slowly in his head he could feel her touch on his face, the night candles came alive again,those moments were fantastic. "Yo,Tommy,what's rolling man?" a man with a large stomach tapped him from behind,he had a scar on his lower jaw region, sun shades and carried alot of keys. "Jon, what's with the shade"Tom said paying attention directly behind the man in front of him,

I approached a couple who were together to ask. "Miss, Mister! Excuse me. Have you seen a man wearing a white shirt and shorts with holes? He is white, has a piercing nose, has a killer smile, and..." Tact! He has all the characteristics of a handsome man. How can I explain his face, I can't say that that man is handsome. Ts "It's just that he's tall and he's English." I continued to describe it to Clive. fuck that boy! He said that he would not go far. Skin!

I asked, making her confused for a moment, before pulling out an empty paper and a pen. "Give me a clear detail of this man." I loved art and I could create things on paper. It was a talent I had enhanced since childhood. "A six foot five guy, has a weird mustache and a goatee for a beard, he is dark, usually on a buzz cut, and is heavily built." While trying to make sense of the description, an image flashed through my brain. That was it! Quickly and made a drawing of the picture I had seen on that fateful day of the man, while Elena watched in curiosity.

I held the urge back to roll my eyes. But what really caught me off guard was how attractive the guy in the middle was. He had dark brown hair and a stubble. I shocked myself, thinking how soft his hair would be if I had let my hands through his hair and rough beard. His hair was like a wavy mess; tousled. He had light blue eyes, I could see slight annoyance in them, but he quickly masked it with an expressionless face. Something told me was a man who doesn't show expressions, for some reason that fact annoyed me. Why business men always had such a face, I never understood.

I turned around to be met by a young guy. He was average height, and he had an accent that reminded me of the American country side. He was wearing big tops and baggy pants. "Sorry, but I don't need company, all I need is solitude right now" He didn't say anything, he just walked up to my front, earning my full attention in the process. "You know, we all go through shits and regardless of what you are going through, I need you to understand that you will be fine" I gawked at him, like he had grown another head.

The kind of guy who walks into a room and doesn’t need to say a word before people make room for him. He’s got tattoos that snake along his arms, black ink against fair skin, and somehow, they just fit him. He doesn’t try to be mysterious. He is. And yeah, he can be a snob. Like, world-class level. The kind of guy who gives you a blank stare instead of an answer, or shrugs and walks away when people are talking. But once you get used to it, it’s kind of… charming. He doesn’t fake anything. Doesn’t care what people think. Doesn’t waste time trying to impress anyone. I guess that’s what I like about him — he’s unapologetically himself.

His hair wasn't long but cut to almost reach his skull. He's cute, and he has a charming face. "I'm Noah!". Another guy introduces himself to me. He's fair in complexion and he's muscular. None of them were putting on anything in their upper body, so I would see what their bodies looked like. "I'm Jack!". The last guy who hadn't introduced himself said, and he had a very bright smile on his face. He wasn't muscular and his upper body seems to be like that of Josh. He's also fair in complexion…… and his hair is black like that of mine.

I try to keep my voice soft and nice. The guy looks very different right now. Somebody shaved his face to get rid of the weird beard hair still left on his face. And his head. So now he looks completely bald. He has absolutely no eyebrows or beard or hair on his head and I feel awful about it. On the good side, his skin doesn't look as red anymore.

“So, I’d said, dragging the word out. “This has been an amazing night; the food was wonderful and everything looked so beautiful.” He’d grinned, but continued to leer at me in silence. He wasn’t an ugly man, but he wasn’t attractive either. He stood at toughly the same height as me with my heels on, but he was much broader. His hair was cut short, too much gray for it to be labeled the distinguished salt and pepper look, and he had a thin mustache, just as gray as his hair and thick lips. His overall shape was hidden beneath his suit jacket, but I could see the beginning of a pudgy stomach.