Chapter 7As time ticked closer to his date with Aleck, Julen could hardly contain his excitement. He brushed his hands down his body, brushing non-existent lint from his clothing. He’d tried to dress a little more conservatively in deference to Aleck, but without losing his natural free-spirit joie de vivre.
His pants were midnight blue, with the occasional fleck of gold or silver that added just a hint of a glint. His burnt orange shirt was plain and simple. There was nothing he could do about the colour of his hair, so he’d scraped it back from his face and wore it in a simple ponytail.
The sound of doorbell chimes almost had him hyperventilating. Julen shook his head, taking deep, calming breaths as he crossed the living room floor. His reactions to Aleck were extreme, and he had no i
