It was another seven o'clock.
Another jog that ceased.
Another breath lost.
But it was slightly different this time.
Because a yawn had ceased too. Some more breaths had been lost.
Now the sunshine drifted not only from the third floor wooden window, but also from a warm body standing in the park.
Two pairs of eyes had met.
Two hearts began beating faster.
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January [BoyxBoy]
Short StoryFeatured on @lgbtq *** The month of bitter winds and coffee mugs, cold air and warm rugs, witnesses the journey of two lovers from across the road. One in a cold park, one in an open window. *** First Place Winner, Mystic Awards 2017 (Short Story) *...
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