Chapter81

#Chapter81

/"Cheeky little shit,/" Raven breathed at last.

/"Arrogant old prick,/" he shot back. Cracking a smile, mouth as dry as saltine crackers, he absorbed the fine details of the raven-haired man. Stored them to memory. Carved them into the stems of his brain cells, vowing to never forget how he looked in that moment. Gaunt and thinner than he remembered, and paler than his olive complexion could pull off, a war-torn mosaic drilled into the handsome face. The sharp railroad of curves and angles that created a strong jawline. The high-rise to his cheekbones and the sharp flick that dubbed the end of his impossibly straight nose. The way his hair, as dark as ink, kinked and tickled against his forehead in a wayward superman curl. He saved his eyes for last.