Title: Accidental Silhouettes
Chapter Twenty-Four: Clear
When he first realized it, he had refused to believe it even himself.
There was nothing there, he would tell his subconscious, no feeling, no attachment-
Absolute indifference was all he held for the auburn-haired boy with bright chocolate-colored eyes.
Yet even denial wore just a bit thin on the most stubborn of people, and the detective was no exception. He would not deny himself much of anything, not even this.
As he rolled over on his bare torso and stared down at the lithe figure staring up at him with bedroom eyes, he couldn't say he regretted a thing.