Chapter 4Visho
It was a good photo. He had a good model. Nice blushing and reluctant was hot as f**k. Too bad he wasn’t available. How the hell had Fritz landed someone so sweet?
Not that Visho was into sweetness, he hastily reminded himself. He didn’t even eat dessert. He just wondered what the appeal of a douche like Fritz was, that’s all. And sure, he would have given Nice a tumble if Nice were into that, but he clearly wasn’t. Which would, hypothetically, have stung a little if it had been a competition, because who the hell would choose Fritz over him, but it wasn’t because he hardly knew Nice and Fritz had just cradle-robbed some naif, which wasn’t Visho’s speed, at all. Nice wasn’t even his type.
Nice had paused to listen attentively to a trio of busking hipsters trying to jazz-u
