Just Coffee

[Maksim Marveet]

Ezvin Marveet

He didn’t know which was sexier, the accent or the fact that Jensen amplified the effect for his benefit.

It was an unusual name, Jensen, and like the sound of his voice, one Ezvin hadn’t heard before. All put together, this guy was mysterious, and Ezvin wondered if perhaps he was some sort of intellectual. His reserve certainly seemed like a bookish sort, and Ezvin now understood where that first impression of shyness originated.

There was more, though. Jensen’s presence was completely unique. His tranquil demeanor and penetrating gaze wove through Ezvin in a way that was stronger than their mere eye-fuckery. It felt almost otherworldy; perhaps as though Jensen belonged to another era altogether.

His heart raced with the thrill of their interaction. "Can I get your number? We could go out?" The words tumbled out, his usual poise holding to the hope he’d say yes.