“Beckett was cute and snuggly and huggable. Reminded me of an Ewok.”
Mars enters Pisces, giving Beckett Cooper the opportunity to assert himself when it comes to a secret infatuation; his best friend’s younger brother Levi. But can Beckett trust what’s in front of him and be brave enough to take what he wants?
With Venus in Virgo, people usually become more reserved, but Levi Byrne always takes the opposite road of what’s expected of him. So, instead of pulling back, he reaches out for a man he’s been interested in for years; Beckett Cooper.
Is it the celestial bodies aligning to bring together two people destined for each other? Or is it a simple tale of boy meets boy, boy likes boy, and boy wants to kiss boy? Do Beckett and Levi even care, or are they too busy getting to know each other … and falling in love?
M/M Contemporary / 19 794 words
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“Levi was the quiet sibling. When all the other Byrne-kids spoke louder to make themselves heard in a sea of voices, Levi did the complete opposite. He grew silent.”
“I really enjoy this,” I said instead. “I don’t go out a lot, so unless you’ve got somewhere to be, I’d like to stay a while longer.” I wanted to get him to relax; he seemed so tense around me in a way he never did when Matt was around.
“Absolutely. As a matter of fact, I’ll have another cup. Don’t tell her I told you this, but Mom makes awful coffee.”
The right corner of his mouth quirked up in half a smile. “She does?”
“Mhm. Her coffee is weak and pathetic. She believes that if she uses less grounds, the caffeine won’t be as bad.”
Beckett’s eyebrows shot up under his beanie. “No?”
I nodded and made a cross over my heart.
He snorted. “That’s so funny!”
“Tell me about it. I’m sure you understand why I prefer this,” I pointed at my cup, “over muddy water disguised as coffee.”
His gaze stopped wandering, and he finally looked right at me. “To tell you the truth, I’d rather drink the muddy water. I don’t like all that bitterness.”
“I’m not surprised,” I said with a grin.
“What do you mean?”
“That you’re far too sweet for something that dark and bitter.”
My comment made him fidget in his chair. His gaze flitted away from me and he cleared his throat.
Sierra-Hotel-India-Tango. Too much. Reign it in, Levi.
Luckily, the waitress came to my rescue. I accepted another refill and quirked my eyebrow at Beckett.
“I’d like, um, another hot chocolate, please.”
I gave him a wide, happy smile and we drank our beverages in silence and people-watched for a few minutes. Every now and then, he snuck a glance at me and lingered for a second or two before he looked away again. I pretended not to notice, but I was very aware. Every peek left a tingle in its wake, and I wanted him to look at me more.