Last Violent Call

by Chloe Gong

He pointed to a small bundle of red roses. “Also, I will have that.”

He take a time to buy flowers for Juliette when he is in a hurry to catch someone.

Oh, and…” He gave her the flowers. “These are for you.”

I want someone like him

When he kissed him, it was like breathing a deep gulp of summer air, like the first fall of snow landing crisp and cold on his skin.

“Damn it, Marshall,” he hissed, reaching for a cold spoon and pressing it to his neck.

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“I am only thinking,” Marshall said. “About you.” “Good thoughts, I hope.” “Dirty ones, actually.”

“If this is another ghost theory, I might hit you.” “In an erotic way?” “In a murder way, Mars.”

“Mars.” “Yes, nae sarang?”

“It’s all right,” he whispered slowly. “It’s all right as long as I have you.”

A harmless bonk on the head may as well be a full-mouth kiss in Benedikt’s mind.

“I would reroute the train with my bare hands before I left you behind,” he said matter-of-factly. “How very romantic.” “I know.” Benedikt nudged his chin closer, taking a proper kiss.