Frank is a peculiar boy to just look at; he wears etnies during winter and he’s always got his nose buried in a book. He seems to be the perfect match for Gerard; he’s talkative, smart and really pretty. And he likes him back. The only catch is, Frank’s not as human as he seems.

Every time he reaches out to slide a book home his tight, black tee shirt rides up exposing a sliver of opal coloured skin. And Frank cannot take his eyes off it. Frank blinks. How has he never seen this guy before? Frank thought he knew everyone in his neck of Belleville. If he’d ever seen this guy before - the long sweep of his back, the slightly pink place where his jeans bite into his hip, or the soft curve of his ass in that tight, black denim - he’d never have forgotten it.