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268 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 10, 2018










Seong-Jae felt so right against him, his weight holding Malcolm to earth, and the fact that he would give Malcolm this moment - this moment when their body heat mingled into a single steady glow of warmth, this moment when skin to skin and heartbeat to heartbeat made them the same creature - meant everything, everything.






["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>"he caught Seong-Jae starting to peel out of his shirt. “You don’t have to do that,” he said dryly. Please don’t do that. I need my mind on the case, not on you."
“Please tell me you are not the sort of man who enjoys seeing the object of his desire in his clothing.”
“And if I am?” Malcolm didn’t look away from that compelling black gaze, even as he moved on to the next button…and lingered
“What if I’m territorial, Seong-Jae?”
“Tch.”“Don’t blush in front of me.” Malcolm smiled slightly, finished the button, and moved on to the last, just under Seong-Jae’s chin. “It just makes it worse.”
"Malcolm’s voice as he continued, “I like it. It’s…it’s just…you.” That touch lingered, hand resting to Seong-Jae’s shoulder. “And I like you.”
“You are an ass,” he bit off, and knocked Malcolm’s hand away. Yet Malcolm only laughed, calm and utterly unfazed. “I knew you were going to insult me.”
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Slowly Getting There*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

“Why. Are. You. So. Fucking. Happy?”
“Because right now I am dreading finding the body of a girl who never should have had to die, and I’ll take any reason I can to smile and remember how to breathe when that’s going to hurt like fuck.” He glanced at Seong-Jae as he killed the engine. “You’re a good enough reason.”
Seong-Jae faltered, his scowl melting into a single wide-eyed moment of surprise, lips parting.

❝I almost miss you breaking in, though.❞
❝I never ❛broke in,❜❞ Seong-Jae retorted haughtily, lifting his chin, that stubborn jaw. ❝I just picked the lock.❞
❝Seong-Jae, that’s breaking in.❞
❝It is not. Nothing is broken. The lock still works just fine.❞
Malcolm swallowed his laugh. ❝I really don’t know what to do with you sometimes.❞
… ❝I still remember that sound you made when I bit you, Malcolm.❞
Malcolm’s eyes closed, a shaky breath tearing from him as heat rolled through him. ❝Fuck, Seong-Jae…❞
But Seong-Jae only withdrew, that burnt-silk voice husky with amusement as he said, ❝Goodnight.❞
❝Do you just wear the same shirt every day?❞
A disgusted, annoyed sound. ❝No.❞
❝So you just buy Hanes in bulk, then.❞
❝No.❞
Malcolm grinned. ❝What was that you said about why you like fucking with me so much?❞
❝I will hurt you.❞
❝Not the best threat to make when you’re naked and defenseless.❞
❝Naked,❞ Seong-Jae pointed out. ❝Not defenseless.❞
… ❝I-is…is Trae okay? D-did he kill him?❞
“Trae is the reason we found you,❞ Seong-Jae said. ❝He is in the hospital…and he will be very happy to see you.❞
Tisha cringed, sniffling hard. ❝D-don’t…d-don’t let him s-see me all c-cut up like this, I…I l-look d-damn ratchet r-right now…❞
At that, Seong-Jae could not help but smile. ❝To him, I am certain that you have never looked more beautiful.❞
He sighed with pleasure. ❝You’re going to turn me into a masochist.❞
❝You have not told me to stop yet.❞
❝You’re touching me,❞ he murmured. ❝I’ll deal with the pain.❞
❝So. Gay, single, and…do you need taking care of, Seong-Jae?❞ He smirked. ❝Should Anita Jones ❛feel for the man❜ who has to take care of your ass?❞
Seong-Jae shot Malcolm an exasperated look. ❝Are you volunteering for the role?❞
❝What if I am?❞ Malcolm asked, just a little too quietly, and—
❝Case,❞ Seong-Jae growled.
Malcolm’s chuckle drifted between them. ❝Yeah,❞ he murmured. ❝Case.❞


“You,” Malcolm whispered hoarsely as he moved up to the next button, “have no idea how much this is fucking with me.”
Dark eyes narrowed—yet where normally Seong-Jae’s words would be clipped, cutting, there was a husky edge that betrayed him now even as he said,
“Please tell me you are not the sort of man who enjoys seeing the object of his desire in his clothing.”
“And if I am?” Malcolm didn’t look away from that compelling black gaze, even as he moved on to the next button…and lingered, toying with the closure just over Seong-Jae’s chest, grappling with the need to curl his fingers in the linen and jerk him close. “What if I’m territorial, Seong-Jae?”
The silence that answered bordered on a challenge, building high and hot between them, waiting to break—until Seong-Jae abruptly looked away, glaring fiercely across the apartment, his mouth set in a sullen line.
And a touch of red in his cheeks, making soft watercolor washes that turned his skin into pale rose gold.
“Tch.”
“Don’t blush in front of me.” Malcolm smiled slightly, finished the button, and moved on to the last, just under Seong-Jae’s chin. “It just makes it worse.”
soooooooo. it is honestly hard to rate this series. i loved the couple but the books r not only ab them (theres also the mysteries, plot & other stuff like gabrielle & anjulie's build up which i couldnt care less for & bores me). so idk how to feel bout the story as a whole bcs of those things
'Seong-jae, Malcolm thought, was sulking.
Again.
And it was fucking adorable.
Probably not the best word to describe a six foot three whipcord of pure raw strength shaped into a razor blade of a man, crafted from steel and gold and obsidian and just a touch of perfectly cut ruby…
But when Seong-Jae was slouched down in the passenger’s seat with his shoulders up around his ears and his mouth set in a sullen little twist and his glare fixed firmly out the window, Malcolm really didn’t know what else to call it.
He wasn’t sure why, either, but right now, from the way Seong-Jae was doggedly ignoring him, Malcolm had an idea it just might have something to do with him—and if he poked the crow right now, he would likely get his eyes pecked out for his troubles.
“Stop,” Seong-Jae growled, “grinning.”
“Was I grinning?” He damned well was. “So sorry.”
“Why. Are. You. So. Fucking. Happy?”
“Because right now I am dreading finding the body of a girl who never should have had to die, and I’ll take any reason I can to smile and remember how to breathe when that’s going to hurt like fuck.” He glanced at Seong-Jae as he killed the engine. “You’re a good enough reason.”
Seong-Jae faltered, his scowl melting into a single wide-eyed moment of surprise, lips parting.
Before a glower slammed down like a closing door, and he shot Malcolm an absolutely seething look as he shoved his way out of the car and crashed the door closed behind him, rocking the Camaro on its tires.
And for a moment, alone in the car, Malcolm let his grin come back, a wide thing that made him feel every sharp edge of his teeth.
Because sometimes, Seong-Jae just made him want to pull him close and bite just to see how he tasted when he was so, so very flustered.'
but can we take a moment to appreciate whipped-malcolm?
'Seong-Jae just looked at George coolly—his icy, emotionless façade back in place within a breath. Apparently he was only sullen and scowling and flustered with Malcolm.
Fancy that.'
mal was (almost) all in here, no more doubting his feelings. fancy that.

And what had begun as never had become first simply an unwise improbability, then an unlikely possibility, then a possible eventuality, and now ..
He did not know ...

Bloody fuck, Malcolm shouldn't be standing here watching and guessing like some sort of pervert.


Time.
They both needed time.

... he would risk it all.

"Serendipity and synchronicity are beautiful things."



“So now you are explaining me to myself?”
“Hey. You said we’re confusing because we can’t see ourselves. Sometimes, though, it helps to ask what other people see that we can’t.”