The Entomologist and NoSpiders-Man – 4
Adam couldn’t speak, himself. He’d have choked on a word. It was impossible to come up with even a fumbled, ‘um, hi’. What was he going to do, affect nonchalance, act like he just walked around the building in the buff all the time?
After the awkwardest brief pause in the world, though, Markov saved him. He stood a little straighter – making the most of his diminutive height. And he looked Adam right in the eye – because anywhere else would have been awkward. “’Evening, there, neighbour,” was how he opened the conversation. He folded his arms, and there might have been a twitch of amusement round the pretty curl of his lips. “Interesting weather we’ve been having, right? Warm,” he emphasized.
His gaze traveled and lingered over Adam’s shoulder, arm, hip – suggesting, wordlessly, that a spot of naturism was a perfectly reasonable response to the heat. Or that maybe Adam thought so, at least.
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YAY! 3rd installment of my bug-hunter/bug-phobic gay romance, here it is!