Neon White

Jeff sneezed hard! So much so that every other person in the small coffee shop stared at him wide eyed. Then another followed and yet another. Awesome, his nose was going to embarrass him once again. It didn't help that before the violent sneezing began the handsome guy next to him couldn't keep his eyes of Jeff.

He turned ready to exit when another sneeze came, so hard he swore his head felt like it was being pulled off. Whom ever brought the dog into the shop had really screwed Jeff's chance to get a date and maybe a shag. Okay just a date. Fine then, not even that. He was pretty sure the guy was just staring at his ridiculously over-sized coat. It was Quebec for bloody sake. Winter. He couldn't care any less what another person thought of what he wore as long as he was warm.

Reaching the cold air outside he pulled the coat tighter around his body feeling his nose turning red. A hand on his shoulder turned him around. Dark green eyes glared back at him.

"You alright buddy?" the guy's low bass voice rumbled.

Jeff opened his mouth to speak only to be attacked by another sneeze.

"I'm fine thanks," he barely managed and another sneeze followed.

Ignoring the man, Jeff stepped away. Two steps in and ready to sneeze again, he froze when the man growled at him.

 Growled, he actually growled. Jeff turned back to the man stepped up to him and looked up into his handsome face.

 "Don't growl at me, it’s rude," he poked the man in the chest with his finger.

 The man glowered back at him, a blunt expression on his face.

 Four years ago the growl might have frightened him, hell he might have ignored it as his imagination but not now not in this day and age, not after the big revelation.

 The man still stared, intrigued at Jeff. Jeff’s hand still reached out with his finger pointed at the man’s chest. The man, quick in his actions, caught Jeff’s hand and pulled it to his lips. A smile broke out around his mouth and Jeff froze, spellbound, as the man’s lips enclosed his finger and sucked it into his mouth. A warm heat wrapped around Jeff’s finger and a wet tongue cleaned under the flesh, tasting the salt on his skin.

 Jeff shivered when the man purred. A low flowing strum that vibrated deep within the man chest.

 A loud pop sound followed by a vibration against Jeff’s throbbing heart snapped him back to the cold reality of the street.

 Two cars drove past and pedestrians walked by them not even razing an eyebrow at the gesture shared between Jeff and this handsome man.  His chest vibrated again, his finger now retracted from the man’s mouth.

 “You going to get that detective?” the man asked still holding Jeff’s hand in his, then he let go.

 Jeff stuttered in his actions, reached inside his coat and retrieved the mobile phone.

 “Detective Raven,” he said and turned his back to the man.

 “Yes ma’am…just calm down, I will be at the station in twenty.”

 He ended the call.

 He turned around but the man was gone, simply vanished into the cold air. Jeff glanced back through the window of the coffee shop but spied no tall blonde man among the customers. He did a hundred and eighty degree turn scanning the area around him. Nothing, the man was gone.

 He bit the inside of his cheek and shrugged his shoulders. Already he could feel the tension settling back into his muscles.

 “So much for my vacation,” he said to no one and anyone who bothered to hear.