Trapped Between Two Alpha Captains
We stayed like that, flat on the ice, side by side, our breath syncing.
It should’ve been freezing.
It was freezing.
But I didn’t move. Didn’t want to, maybe.
Zane tilted his head to face me. “I have heterochromia,” he said.
“What?” I turned to face him.
“It’s hereditary. My dad has it. His dad had it too.”
My eyes remained on him, even when he was not staring at the ceiling.
“I think I have seen it online,” I said, “but it was usually blue and brown. Or blue and green. I’ve never seen different shades of blue.”