15 - Warmth
Everything in him reminded him the sun. Warm but deadly too. He just couldn't have enough of him. He would give everything for just touching this skin, and licking it ad nauseam. But he couldn't. Even if his smell reminded him the South, a mix of sand and sun. It was the reason why he was here. Well, mostly. Sometimes, he could see his dark eyes, with a glint of je-ne-sais-quoi. He wanted that what he saw was lust or better, love, but he knew this was just a wish. He came up to him. Seth's warmth was named Jasper.