"Fine," Marcus murmured against his lips. "But I’m measuring the flour."
"I have the temperament! I’m a Gemini. I contain multitudes," Liam said, springing up and invading Marcus’s personal space. He looped his arms around Marcus’s neck, grin wide and infectious. "And you have the discipline. You’re the anchor, I’m the kite. Together, we’re... a very well-anchored kite." GГ©minis Controla A Capricornio Anyta Sunday epub
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." "Fine," Marcus murmured against his lips
Marcus didn't turn around, but the corner of his mouth quirked. "And you’re doing the thing where you vibrate at a frequency that makes my teeth ache. It’s 9:00 PM on a Tuesday, Liam." I contain multitudes," Liam said, springing up and
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."
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.
"You’re doing that thing again," Liam said, tossing a crumpled paper ball at Marcus’s shoulder. It bounced off harmlessly. "The 'I’m a serious Capricorn with a spreadsheet for a soul' thing."