With hands that appeared to be trembling the guy pushed his hood back. Soft, silky black locks with ice blue tips fell in disarray around Aaron’s face. Shocked Wren clutched the doorframe to keep from reaching out to him. Aaron’s eyes were downcast, but Wren could see that he wore no make-up. Never in all the time he’d known Aaron had he seen the man so unadorned.
Aaron chose that moment to gaze up at him. His beautiful eyes shimmered. “I need help,” Aaron whispered, before his face crumpled and tears tracked down his cheeks.
~ Above is an excerpt from Lost in the Fire (Firehouse Six, Book #5).
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