4 Chapter 4

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Elias

Passing his tongue over his lips, he could still taste toothpaste, mixed with saliva, mixed with rain. Maybe it hadn’t been the most appropriate way to approach the man who, for weeks now, had become the magnet for his gaze. But after all, Elias didn’t have appropriate manners. He didn’t even know what appropriate meant. He’d grown up in a world that wasn’t appropriate at all.

Sure, maybe following him, appearing in front of his house, and kissing him was a mix of events that could create some problems for him. But he hadn’t premeditated everything. Maybe some of it, but not everything.

He only knew that that man, who seemed kind, with short brown hair that was always a little messy, a well-groomed beard, and green eyes, had to notice him. Because, shit, he’d noticed everybody, but not Elias. And usually, other people noticed him.