A Capricornio Anyta Sunday Epub | Gг©minis Controla

"You’re doing that thing again," Liam said, tossing a crumpled paper ball at Marcus’s shoulder. It bounced off harmlessly. "The 'I’m a serious Capricorn with a spreadsheet for a soul' thing."

Marcus looked at his perfectly sorted books, then back at Liam’s bright, dancing eyes. He realized then that no matter how much he tried to control his environment, the only thing he truly wanted to hold onto was the one person who refused to be categorized. GГ©minis Controla A Capricornio Anyta Sunday epub

Marcus didn't turn around, but the corner of his mouth quirked. "And you’re doing the thing where you vibrate at a frequency that makes my teeth ache. It’s 9:00 PM on a Tuesday, Liam." "You’re doing that thing again," Liam said, tossing

The apartment was too quiet, which, for Liam, was a personal affront to the universe. He sprawled across the sofa, a vibrant mess of limbs and half-finished sketches, watching Marcus. Marcus was reorganizing his bookshelves by height, spine color, and—Liam suspected—moral integrity. He realized then that no matter how much

Marcus sighed, but his hands found Liam’s waist, pulling him in. The rigid lines of his posture softened, defeated by the sheer, relentless energy of the man in his arms. "The kite is currently tangling its string in my organized life."