Grey
It’s really hard to think, or breathe for that matter, with the kid this close to me. The way he’s looking up at me, those pale blue eyes of his narrowed in contemplation as if he’s trying to figure me out while all this time I have been trying the same. I can’t figure him out and it drives me crazy. I can’t understand why I can touch him or if my stupid attraction to him is actually because of that or I like him. It’s both I suppose. He is hot, like one of the hottest people I have ever met in my life. The angelic face framed by golden curls and that lean toned body of his? It could be the death of me.
By default I am not supposed to like other people. My life, my entire existence is dedicated to Markus and keeping him safe. Even when it means torture and pain like no other seeing
