Cupid Calling

by Viano Oniomoh

Stubble artfully framed his square jaw—Ejiro didn’t even know stubble could look artful—and when he smiled, a tiny dimple appeared on his right cheek. Jesus Christ. If there was anything more attractive than two dimples, it was one single dimple.

Obiora’s heart donned chaps and a guitar, and started to write a serenade.

Obiora looked like he was made for warm hugs and cosy snuggling. The thought of it made Ejiro’s entire body practically burn with longing. Yeah, he was most definitely just starved for touch. That was all.