The Cardigans (Criminal Intentions, Season One #1)

by Cole McCade

He didn’t look the type, but then real people never did. Real people only looked like themselves, instead of their sexuality.

Khalaji offered the evidence bag with Park’s wallet, dangling from two fingers. Seong-Jae reached for the bag, but when his fingers almost brushed Khalaji’s, Khalaji jerked back. Seong-Jae froze. “What?” Khalaji eyed his hands. “Are those latex?” “Yes.” “Latex allergy.” Seong-Jae stared at him flatly. He had heard that one before. Khalaji tilted his head—then let out a sudden rough, sharp bark of laughter that only cemented that image of a wolf: just one quick, hoarse, coughing snap of sound, edged in a growl and flashing sharp teeth. “Get your fucking mind out of the gutter, Yoon. I’m serious. And I use sheepskin.”

“I’m not worried about what to make of you. We don’t have to like each other. We just have to work together. And don’t—” Khalaji snapped one hand up. “Don’t say ‘as you say.’” “As you say,” Seong-Jae answered.

Pride flag above the headboard of the bed. Bold. Dent marks in the walls in the shape of the corners of the bedposts. Bolder.

“Stuffing my face with Oreos and doing homework and trying not to think about why guys dump me all the time.” “Perhaps your attitude,” Seong-Jae said.