The white sheep of the family
Raising a hand, Loren started ticking off his fingers. "Warm, kind, open, forgiving, honest, thoughtful, accepting, encouraging. All without a trace of exasperation or hurt." Dropping his arm, he felt his hands clenching into fists again. "Perfect. Ideal. Do you know how impossible it is to live up to a perfect ideal?" His voice came out softly, but his eyes glittered suddenly with sorrow rather than anger.
However, they flashed with a chilly rage at Remi's own hostile posture. "Or what." The words came out as a drawled and sarcastic challenge. Letting out a huff of laughter, he shook his head mockingly. "It's funny, hearing that from the married man who asked me to kiss him."
However, they flashed with a chilly rage at Remi's own hostile posture. "Or what." The words came out as a drawled and sarcastic challenge. Letting out a huff of laughter, he shook his head mockingly. "It's funny, hearing that from the married man who asked me to kiss him."
Will blood tell
