The Shape of Things to Come

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James gulped, green eyes wide with more than shock that not even decades of careful schooling could mask, his  heart after a sudden race now standing completely still as if waiting. For what, he didn’t know. Maybe that last feather-light touch that would make it finally shatter.

The eyes were the same shade James remembered, though lacking their playful shine, those lips seemed so naked without the light smile of old times, and when a greedy hand possessively slid over the man’s bottom James had to close his eyes, barely noticing the cold voice:

“I believe you know each other.”