He’s been doing it again.

Little glances, searching stares; brief looks that linger a bit too long when he thinks I’m not paying attention. There’s an intrigued expression in that gray-eyed gaze: fascination and intent, with a tinge of hunger that sparks my interest. And it’s been going on all practice, giving me a rather ( Read more... )

          “It’s hot.”

I didn’t bother to reply. I was sprawled in Rick’s recliner chair, in Rick’s backyard, with a bag of ice (also Rick’s) on my forehead. The ice had already melted a fourth of the way in the five minutes I’d had it on, and water was trickling down my neck. At least, I think it was water. It might have been sweat, but I ( Read more... )