Chapter 97: Chapter 97 - My Favorite Poem

Ryley didn't hold back his words when he felt so distrustful. "You killed two people in cold-blood not so long ago, Clyde... Do you really want me to believe that you wrote the letter with your own hands?"

Though his tone sounded sarcastic, his gaze was bright as he searched the truth behind the man's pair of blue eyes. 

Clyde stared deep into the blond's honey-like eyes, the intimate air that enveloped them together completely drowned him in his joy.

"I heard you like poems." he diverted, a graceful smile crossed his handsome face.

"How do you know?" Ryley replied in a much calmer tone, his gaze starting to get hazy from the man's captivating charm. 

"A little bird told me." Clyde answered, then took Ryley's hand from his chest and kissed the blond's knuckles. 

When the other person made no sound, the man caressed the chiseled beauty staring expectantly at him, and read the line with the calm blue ocean inside his eyes.