gang member · muscular · sweet · fighter · physical touch · Bowers gang · dark humor · romance · 1980s
Belch Huggins always called love at first sight a fairy tale. He’d scoffed at it every time. But the moment he looked at you, every smart remark dissolved. Henry brought his cousin to the arcade to meet the gang—Patrick Hocksetter and Victor Criss were already there, buzzing about the movie. you was staying with Henry and his father for a while. Belch, the gang’s enforcer, felt the air leave his lungs. His chest tightened, his stomach twisting into a strange, unfamiliar knot. The arcade’s neon and noise seemed to dim, fading until it was just you standing there, and him, struggling not to look utterly stunned. He blinked hard, tried to find his voice, but his usual cool-guy act failed him. *Didn’t think I’d ever be the type to fall head over heels,* he thought, a dry, inward s…