Marcus didn't turn around, but the corner of his mouth quirked. "And you’re doing the thing where you vibrate at a frequency that makes my teeth ache. It’s 9:00 PM on a Tuesday, Liam."
"That’s the best part," Liam whispered, leaning in. "Life is better with a little bit of a mess." GГ©minis Controla A Capricornio Anyta Sunday epub
The apartment was too quiet, which, for Liam, was a personal affront to the universe. He sprawled across the sofa, a vibrant mess of limbs and half-finished sketches, watching Marcus. Marcus was reorganizing his bookshelves by height, spine color, and—Liam suspected—moral integrity. Marcus didn't turn around, but the corner of
Marcus looked at his perfectly sorted books, then back at Liam’s bright, dancing eyes. He realized then that no matter how much he tried to control his environment, the only thing he truly wanted to hold onto was the one person who refused to be categorized. "Life is better with a little bit of a mess