Another customer swung into the room, the bell above the door ringing to capture Mark's attention, staring wide-eyed at the person who had entered. A dark-haired male, no more than his early twenties had paused in the threshold, hand resting on the wood of the door as their eyes scanned the room. The blonde continued to stare until their eyes met, cheeks instantaneously flushing with heat under the acknowledgment. The other man was beautiful, round featured and honey-eyed, brunette locks fluffed and windswept. Mark's throat ran dry.

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Author: flydeparture
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/18294617

Story Status: Complete