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 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. GГ©minis Controla A Capricornio Anyta Sunday epub
"Fine," Marcus murmured against his lips. "But I’m measuring the flour." The apartment was too quiet, which, for Liam,
"I have the temperament! I’m a Gemini. I contain multitudes," Liam said, springing up and invading Marcus’s personal space. He looped his arms around Marcus’s neck, grin wide and infectious. "And you have the discipline. You’re the anchor, I’m the kite. Together, we’re... a very well-anchored kite." Marcus looked at his perfectly sorted books, then
"That’s the best part," Liam whispered, leaning in. "Life is better with a little bit of a mess."