Once James got into the car, the man in the drivers seat flashed a sparkling white grin and twisted the keys, the sound of the engine coming to life while he leaned over, clasping his lovers seatbelt and chuckling. "You'll be fine, promise."
Kyle Edgington eyes glimmered in a mischievous manner, knowing all too well how his boyfriend felt about this trip. A haunted hotel for a few nights, who wouldn't want to do that?
Kyle's deep blue eyes clashed with his stark, short black hair, below that was matching stubble elongating along his jawline and eventuating the contours of his face. His clothes were rather fancy, but not over the top. He had on dress pants, with a simple dress shirt and without the jacket, not wanting to be over the top in such a casual place such as this.
Slowing down once they made it, Kyle turned off the car and stepped out, looking over at the hotel and smiling in anticipation. Looking at James, the older male took his hand, leaning down to his ear and whispering to him while they walked to the building. "Someone looks scared." he teased playfully.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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