"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."
"I have the temperament! I’m a Gemini. I contain multitudes," Liam said, springing up and invading Marcus’s personal space. He looped his arms around Marcus’s neck, grin wide and infectious. "And you have the discipline. You’re the anchor, I’m the kite. Together, we’re... a very well-anchored kite." GГ©minis Controla A Capricornio Anyta Sunday epub
"Fine," Marcus murmured against his lips. "But I’m measuring the flour." "You’re doing that thing again," Liam said, tossing
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." I’m a Gemini
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.