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.

I grunt.

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.

My Justin.

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