Tempted By Him: A BL collection of romantic stories
I wiped the counter for the third time in five minutes, glancing at the clock. 7:12. Right on schedule. My heart did that stupid little flip it always did, even though I told myself every damn day to chill.
I was Noah, resident flirt and head barista at Bean Haven. At exactly 7:15, the bell above the door jingled. There he was.
Elias.
Tall, broad-shouldered, sharp jawline and those piercing gray eyes. He never smiled. Never said more than the absolute minimum. But fuck if that didn't make me want to crack him open.