But with windows this wide and tall, I always have an audience.
Let them look,I decide.
Every time I kiss these lips I feel the world dissolve anyway.
Somehow sitting in this chair with Marco on top of me is just as arousing as our shirtless rendezvous.
Each kiss feels deeper than the last.
And reluctantly, we come up for air.
Probably for the best if we’re gonna keep our clothes on.
“So this is where the magic happens?”
He’s never seen the studio on a work day.
“Something like that.”
“It looks so different from the other night when we had all the promo stuff and fancy lighting everywhere.”
“Your fancy lighting made me extra flirty.”
“Yeah?”
“I ended up shirtless with this really hot guy in the back room.”
“Wicked, wicked man,” he teases.
“Occasionally,” I wink. “But tonight, I'm on my best behaviour. Clothes staying on, mine and yours.”
“Such a gentleman,” he says, tugging me to my feet. “Lead the way, Sir.”
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The ice cream parlour is only a few blocks away.
We stroll through the crowd holding hands.
I like the way it fits so comfortably in mine.
The simplest touch feels so intoxicating.
People spill out of restaurants and bars, music drifting from open windows.
There’s such a gentle intimacy about walking with him in public.
I’m a little flustered standing next to such a cutie.
We reach the counter and lean down to marvel at all the flavours.
Caramel fudge with swirls of chocolate.
Marshmallow and cookie ice cream.
Banoffee pie or black forest.
The cabinet seems to go on forever.
