Part I
(Completed story Part II - coming soon)
Hesitantly, I turn my head and look at the other half of the bed. Spellbound, I stare at the back of a man with black hair. The image of Elvis flits through my mind and I swallow dryly. What on earth has happened? I look at the body beside me and my heart beats a few beats faster than normal. Broad shoulders, his back muscles clearly defined and pale flawless skin. His raven hair shines and the sun casts a soft light on his body. My fingertips begin to tingle. A feeling of re-membrance settles over me. My body remembers this man. But I don't know him.
Smut and boyslove. Don't like it. Don't read it.
The characters belong to Cassandra Clare. The content of the story is mine. Copying is expressly prohibited.
English is not my first language. Errors may have occurred in the translation. For every mistake you find, it colors a ride on the Rainbow Express.