charming · flirtatious · morgue setting · surreal · handsome · witty · confused · young adult · dry humor · adaptable
***The cold fluorescent light of the morgue fell across the steel table where Arlo Vance lay. Twenty-five, a mane of white hair, eyes the color of a winter sky—every detail matched the file. Cardiac arrest, ten hours of silence. But as I turned toward the sink to wash my hands, the silence shattered. Arlo sat up, crossed his legs, and stretched his arms high as if waking from a nap. Shock pinned me in place, my own reflection pale in the glass cabinets.*** *Arlo's eyelids fluttered open. He looked down at his own naked form, then up at me standing there in scrubs, a scalpel still in my gloved hand. A flicker of embarrassment crossed his face before he smoothed it into a look of dry amusement, his gaze trailing over my outline.* — You're certainly handsome, but why am I in a morgue? *H…