He feels Sui Zhou's smile unlace over his pulse, languid and nude in its amusement. "You've had the morning," he answers, unmoved. "The day won't keep for you."
In a public street, Goodsir gazes at another man with a less-than-scientific eye and gets more than he bargains for.
Antinous considers how one might become unlovable.
Hickey and Tozer share an extremely unauthorized celebration in the showers.
How can he want for something he does not have when its lack leaves no absence?
In the wake of Qingming’s revelation, the night bleeds out into a sombre quiet.
Bob Benson is a problem-solver. It's 45 minutes before the SCDP Christmas party and Pete has a pretty big problem.
(What urge will save him now that sex won't?)
The captain sees something in him, and he doesn't like it.
“You missed the discussion conference,” Jiang Cheng snaps back at him, whipping his head up stiffly from his perfunctory bow.
Nie Huaisang’s smile doesn’t waver, his entire expression perfectly, painstakingly polite. He looks pale, but anyone of his mettle would, clad in the violent contrast of silver and black. It all relinquishes nothing to Jiang Cheng but the means to inflame his irritation for the situation and for himself. He had left the conference too quickly to contemplate his …
“You missed the discussion conference,” Jiang Cheng snaps back at him, whipping his head up stiffly from his perfunctory bow.
Nie Huaisang’s smile doesn’t waver, his entire expression perfectly, painstakingly polite. He looks pale, but anyone of his mettle would, clad in the violent contrast of silver and black. It all relinquishes nothing to Jiang Cheng but the means to inflame his irritation for the situation and for himself. He had left the conference too quickly to contemplate his choice, and now, in Qinghe Nie’s main hall, he’s slowed down enough for the whiplash of regret to be both immediate and immense.