Cold in the eyes opposite

Do you know what the summer air smells like? It smells of freshly mown grass, scorching wind, molten asphalt, lake steam and eternal sultry sun. Yes, that's what summer smells like. Dandelions have blossomed and turned white in the green tall grass, and sorrel is growing nearby. He's still small, but very sour. The beds are overgrown with grass, and weeding in this weather is not the best option, so people wake up at five in the morning in order to then enjoy cool drinks and ice cream that cools the blood and head. And lilac in early June fills the lungs with its fragrant and intoxicating aroma. White flowers of apple trees and cherries, pink sakura petals, delicate green leaves of trees, everything, all this brings summer with it. Springtime and the March cats syndrome have long passed, but people are still trying to find a mate. They converge and diverge, wander in spiritual solitude and look at lovers passing by with sarcasm. Cats are scratching at their souls, because they also want to plunge and drown in the eyes of a person who keeps all the love and warmth in them. One unfortunate person was also in a state of mental loneliness. He could not understand why he could not find an approach to the subject of his sighs. Every day trying to attract the attention of someone whose face radiates only peace and tranquility, but there is anxiety and cheerfulness in it, like the most ordinary person. However, there is something that stirs the blood. These are the eyes in which all the snowstorms and blizzards have gathered. In these eyes you can see the cold of winter nights and the clear sky. They are the most delicate blue color. And they are cold, the coldest in the world. There is great wisdom hidden in their bottomless depths, like Master Wu. Each time, Cole found himself staring intently at his teammate, who always smiles tenderly and does not even suspect that he is experiencing the heart of a black ninja. The perfect facial features created by the incredible hands of the master radiate eternal freshness. Even the body is perfect, without a single mole or scratch, and the skin is pale in color. I want to leave some pink marks, but I can't do it now. The golden rays of the sun play in the snow-white hair. Cole is consumed by the desire to put his hand in this incredibly soft hair. He wants to plunge into these feelings that are slowly gnawing at him from the inside, in his soul, in his heart. So I want to merge in a passionate kiss, say everything that is going on in his head from looking at this nindroid. Every time he breaks off these thoughts at the first thought that he wants to get closer. He has been keeping these feelings for several years, from the very first meeting, from the very first sight. He still remembers the first smile he gave him. Cole gave him the nickname "Rose", but he didn't really react to it in any way. I still call him that, and he answers the same thing over and over again : -Aren't you tired of calling me that? So many years have passed, and you still remind me of that case. His baritone cuts my heart so much that it begins to live its own life. Sometimes Zane notices that my pulse is racing and asks the same question : - Are you okay? Your heart rate again exceeds the normal resting state. Oh, how wrong you are, because it's because of you that I can't come to my senses, come back from a place where we could be together. Everyone says that he has become even more human, especially his eyes, but I see in them the cold, the radiance of the cold. Cole loves when Zane cooks, even praises him for this wonderful food. Nia was always smiling strangely, and one day she asked: - I'm not being deceived by the eyes that you have a crush on Zane, am I? From that moment on, she began to give advice and tried to help so that we could be alone together more often. Her eyes shone from the fact that she would be our "matchmaker", but then his heart began to belong to P.I.V.V.Zh. Of course, I completely buried my chances. Then he died, the whole team broke up, and then came together to bring him back. After so many months of knowing that he was dead, Cole withdrew into himself. Everyone was happy to find the titanium Zane, but for Cole it was more happiness than anyone could have imagined. His heart was bleeding, but he didn't show it. Although, there was one person who knew about the feelings of the black ninja. She continued to give advice, despite the fact that I tried to hit on her. The most beloved and at the same time poisonous voice brought him out of his next thoughts : - Cole, why didn't you go to practice? Everyone is waiting for you. - Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot because I was thinking. - About what, if not a secret? (Why do you have so much interest in my poor loving person today?) - No, it's simple. I thought about what the future might hold for me. - About the future means... his blue eyes have become dimmer, because they become so when there is enhanced data processing. What was he thinking about so much? - Cole, what do you think about going to the cinema tomorrow? A gentle smile appeared on his face. We had gone to the movies together before, but now something was wrong. - To the cinema? Hm... I'm free tomorrow, almost as always! (the earth master laughed slightly) - I know, that's why I don't understand. Zane sat down next to me and looked into my eyes. - What exactly don't you understand? A nervous and stupid smile appeared on his face, and his heart trembled treacherously. - Why haven't you had anyone before? This question baffled all the active processes of the brain, and breathing stopped for several long seconds. He looked as if he wanted to see what was going on in my head. But it was empty. A light kiss with refreshing breath brought me out of this state. It was very cold, but too scalding. - You... you... me and... - Yes - he smiled slyly and continued - so are we going to the cinema or not? Cole was ready to sink into the ground, because he felt that he was blushing. - yes! How long ago it was... - Let's go to training. They're waiting for us. And I'm waiting for you tomorrow at six o'clock at the central theater. Understood? The black head nodded in agreement, and there was only one thought in my head: "Please don't let this be a dream or my hallucination!" Why everything happened this way is unknown, but I didn't want to find out, because he has a chance to continue today's case.. His cheeks were flushed, but his lips burned even more. His mind and fresh breath stayed with them. The sky was blue. The sun was shining, but Cole's face was even brighter. Wildflowers bloomed, but most of all, the relationship of these two blossomed. The nightingales sang, but the heart sang even more beautifully in the beloved's chest. It was a hot summer, which was able to give him the warmest feelings and a hot relationship. Since then, Bucket adored summer for the fact that at this time it was possible to be in the arms of the owner of the element of ice, and their relationship never got colder. Cole looked at the cold eyes opposite and realized that they had never been like that.