Through the blur, there he stood – that boy. The same one from earlier drama. There he was stranded with his luggage and soaked from the unforgiving weather. Lior screeched to a halt a just ahead, then took a short reverse. Lior got out and for a beat just watched him. He made all more arresting by the storm's cruelty. He couldn't help notice his shirt clinging to his skin his wide swollen defined chest with small pointed nipples outlined like a nude sculpture. He stood with a defiant confidence but his lips were slightly parted with a wild shimmer in his eyes – softer than earlier. His luggage was soaked. Yet, he didn't seek shelter which made him all more radiant in a tragic sense. Lior exhaled slowly, like something inside him had come undone......
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