Storming Love Blizzard Kimo & Mike (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
I rolled onto my side and faced him. “Morning, sweetheart,” I said. Mike’s fingertips grazed my bicep as I dozed in bed beside him one Saturday morning. I rolled onto my side and faced him. “Morning, sweetheart,” I said. Though we had been together for years, I still thought Mike was the most handsome guy I had ever met. A swirl of the black hair that covered his head hung over his forehead, above dark brown eyes with a slight epicanthic fold, with tiny lines forming around their edges. He had a broad smile, a square jaw grazed with stubble, and the cutest earlobes, just made for nibbling on. People sometimes mistook us for brothers, because we both had mixed-race heritage, but I was slimmer than he was, a couple of inches shorter, and my skin was smooth where his was hairy. We both had a passion for our jobs—I was a homicide detective, and he was a fire investigator. We liked to read, exercise and sleep naked. And when we made love, we fit together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
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