Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2016 05:37:11 -0500
From: Kody Boye <boyekody@gmail.com>
Subject: His Touch of Ice - Part 11

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HIS TOUCH OF ICE (The Ice Men, Book 1) is copyright © Kody Boye. All
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The flex of his strong arms captivated my attention as he carried one of
the heavier boxes from my second-floor apartment and loaded it into the
trunk of his car. Brow beaded with sweat, tank top stretched to the limit
and riding up his lower back, he lifted his eyes as I struggled to carry
another box downstairs and took it before I could trip.

"Sorry," I said, noting his particular care of the box of breakables I'd
just handed off.

"Don't be. You'll end up hurting yourself if you're not careful."

"Guess I'm still a bit humble over this whole situation."

"Hey," Guy said, patting my cheek with the cut-off gloves he wore. "Don't
be. I wanna help. Ok?"

"Ok."

He smiled and bumped his forehead against mine before starting back up the
stairs. "How many more boxes we got?" he asked, casting a glance over his
shoulder as he stepped off the final stair.

"Uh... three, I think."

"Three boxes?" he asked.

"Yeah. Why?"

"I asked because we've only brought two down."

I apparently wasn't quick to disguise my embarrassment, as Guy's lips
pulled down into a frown. "Ah," was all he could say.

I chose not to offer a comment and instead followed him into the
apartment. As usual, I had to warn him about the slight rise from the
platform into the doorway, otherwise he'd end up tripping and landing
face-first on the woodwork flooring.

"You really got to put up with a lot of shit from these people to live in a
place like this," Guy commented, crossing the short distance to the living
room, where he crouched and tested each of the boxs' weights. "This place
reeks of courthouses and easy settlements."

"I didn't want to bother filing a complaint after all the shit I'd been
through."

"How long have you been here?"

"This'll be my third month."

Guy frowned. "You told the landlord about all the damage though. Right?
Pictures and everything?"

"Yeah. Don't worry—I covered my ass on this one."

"I don't doubt you did."

Guy's pale expression brightened into a smile when I stepped forward and
wrapped my arms around him. "Thanks for everything," I whispered, no longer
caring what kind of impression I put off.

"Don't thank me," Guy replied, patting my back. "Let's get the rest of
these boxes in the car and get you home."




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