Sunday Epub — Gг©minis Controla A Capricornio Anyta

Marcus finally turned, leaning against the mahogany shelf. He looked at the flour-dusted chaos Liam had already managed to create in the kitchen just by thinking about baking. "We don’t have eggs. Or a plan. Or, frankly, the temperament for layers."

Marcus sighed, but his hands found Liam’s waist, pulling him in. The rigid lines of his posture softened, defeated by the sheer, relentless energy of the man in his arms. "The kite is currently tangling its string in my organized life." GГ©minis Controla A Capricornio Anyta Sunday epub

"Exactly! The night is young, the air is crisp, and I’ve decided we’re going to bake a cake. A complex one. With layers." Marcus finally turned, leaning against the mahogany shelf

The apartment was too quiet, which, for Liam, was a personal affront to the universe. He sprawled across the sofa, a vibrant mess of limbs and half-finished sketches, watching Marcus. Marcus was reorganizing his bookshelves by height, spine color, and—Liam suspected—moral integrity. Or a plan

"Fine," Marcus murmured against his lips. "But I’m measuring the flour."

Marcus looked at his perfectly sorted books, then back at Liam’s bright, dancing eyes. He realized then that no matter how much he tried to control his environment, the only thing he truly wanted to hold onto was the one person who refused to be categorized.

"That’s the best part," Liam whispered, leaning in. "Life is better with a little bit of a mess."