Unlawful Longings: 12
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Part twelve.
Matt's POV
Matt silently approached the doorway to the living room and stopped just before entering the room to smooth out imaginary wrinkles on his dark shirt and to quickly run a hand through his already ruffled hair.
He let a nonchalent grin apply itself to his face and tried to hide his nervous disposition.
He shook his head minutely, allowing the grin to melt off into a small, shy smile as he walked quickly into the room.
Dom was perched on the sofa, head back, blonde hair glowing softly as the light hit it.
Dom appeared to be in a state of deep contemplation and hadn't noticed Matt's entrance.
Matt dropped his gaze to the floor and shifted slightly, attempting to puzzle out a way of getting Dom's attention without being obvious.
All it took was the sound of an indrawn breath and Matt's gaze snapped up and was met by a pair of deep grey eyes.
He locked eyes with the other man and noticed the way that Dom's face had flushed slightly, making him appear even more attractive in those few fleeting moments.
Matt walked tentatively into the room, eyes never once straying from Dom's for an instant.
Dom's gaze followed him until he settled into the armchair opposite, where he folded his legs underneath himself and gently clasped his hands and rested them on his red clothed knees.
Dom raised a hand and cleared his throat gently, "Um, you look good," he mumbled, gesturing to Matt.
Matt dropped his gaze shyly before allowing his gaze to travel up Dom's body and locking his eyes once more with Dom's.
"Oh," Matt replied, reaching up and scratching the back of his neck as he felt his face burn.
"Thanks, um, you look-" Matt took a deep breath to control himself, "You look good too," he said releasing his breath in a gasp.
Matt winced the moment the words left his mouth and he scrutinised Dom's face, awaiting his reaction.
Dom merely smiled and his eyes lit up, "Red is very becoming on you," he shrugged.
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Part twelve.
Matt's POV
Matt silently approached the doorway to the living room and stopped just before entering the room to smooth out imaginary wrinkles on his dark shirt and to quickly run a hand through his already ruffled hair.
He let a nonchalent grin apply itself to his face and tried to hide his nervous disposition.
He shook his head minutely, allowing the grin to melt off into a small, shy smile as he walked quickly into the room.
Dom was perched on the sofa, head back, blonde hair glowing softly as the light hit it.
Dom appeared to be in a state of deep contemplation and hadn't noticed Matt's entrance.
Matt dropped his gaze to the floor and shifted slightly, attempting to puzzle out a way of getting Dom's attention without being obvious.
All it took was the sound of an indrawn breath and Matt's gaze snapped up and was met by a pair of deep grey eyes.
He locked eyes with the other man and noticed the way that Dom's face had flushed slightly, making him appear even more attractive in those few fleeting moments.
Matt walked tentatively into the room, eyes never once straying from Dom's for an instant.
Dom's gaze followed him until he settled into the armchair opposite, where he folded his legs underneath himself and gently clasped his hands and rested them on his red clothed knees.
Dom raised a hand and cleared his throat gently, "Um, you look good," he mumbled, gesturing to Matt.
Matt dropped his gaze shyly before allowing his gaze to travel up Dom's body and locking his eyes once more with Dom's.
"Oh," Matt replied, reaching up and scratching the back of his neck as he felt his face burn.
"Thanks, um, you look-" Matt took a deep breath to control himself, "You look good too," he said releasing his breath in a gasp.
Matt winced the moment the words left his mouth and he scrutinised Dom's face, awaiting his reaction.
Dom merely smiled and his eyes lit up, "Red is very becoming on you," he shrugged.
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