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Eric hates the cold weather and his broken down car, which means venturing out on foot into the sub-zero temperatures. Navigating the icy sidewalks, he runs into Omar, literally. An impromptu hot coffee on the cold day finds that tattooed and pierced Eric, and government IT guy Omar might have more in common than they expected. When Omar is called away, before he can get the guy's number, Eric believes it may only have been a pleasant winterlude to temporarily distract him from the cold, or is there a possibility his winter will get a lot warmer?
Publisher: Independently Published
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Genres:
Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Meet Cute
Word Count: 5920
Setting: Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
Languages Available: English
Eric was sure his fingers were going to freeze off, and his toes, and likely his dick too at this rate. Seriously, no one should be out when it was minus-thirty Celsius with the wind chill. His stupid piece of junk car wouldn't start again, and he really did need food, so walking it was. Ten blocks had never seemed so long his life, and he wondered how bananas and bread could possibly weigh so much.
He tucked his head down, burrowing deeper into his scarf and keeping an eye out for icy patches, when he suddenly slammed into someone who'd been waiting for the light to change.
"Shit." The handle on one of his reusable cloth bags ripped as he swore and jerked back, his bananas skidding across the sidewalk along with the yogurt and a package of pasta. He briefly glanced up into a pair of warm brown eyes peering out from between a scarf and hat inside a furry hood.
READ MORE"Damn, sorry about that," he muttered while chasing down his rolling yogurts. "Stupid bag; what a piece of crap." He knew he should have paid the five cents for plastic. Environment be damned.
"No problem." The guy's voice was deep and smooth. "Let me help." He chased down the bananas before the evil-looking kid walking by could kick them into the street. "You're not having much luck with that bag." Eric could hear the humor in the guy's voice as he tried to shove everything back in the bag and somehow get the handle fixed so he could carry it.
Six more stupid blocks. He should have just eaten cereal and stayed in. He looked up at the guy, who'd pulled his scarf down, and he was struck mute for a moment by a gorgeous smile so white he was sure the guy must be a dentist.
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