Words: Dark, kiss, spangled, hair
"What the ?"
I get off the plane and instead of the blond I'm expecting, I find a dark-haired stranger.
He grins at me.
"I felt like a change," he says.
Later, walking to the car, snow starts falling softly. The strange dark hair is spangled now with crystals.
Suddenly, I have to kiss him.
His body feels the same against mine. His mouth tastes the same. His hair, whatever the color, feels the same, twined through my fingers.
I breathe a sigh of what might be relief. Brunet or blond it doesn't matter. He's still Justin.
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