Under the bright moonlight, I saw Pyro waiting for me on the bench where we sat and talked when he was injured from a fight. His cutting jaw and long, curved lashes were very much defined as the moonlight shone over him.
He was just too handsome from where I am standing at. I stopped and brought my phone out of my pocket and took a photo of him but, unfortunately, the camera flash was on so Pyro knew someone was there. Ah, to hell with that flash.
Pyro turned my way, ruining the whole picture because he moved. He had his eyes narrowed on me almost instantly before shaking his head. He stood up and walked towards me with a confused expression.
“What were you doing?” he asked, reaching for my hand.
I shook my head because there’s no way in hell that I’m going to tell him that I was t
