Enzo grabbed the rag, put it down on the counter, and then pulled Gray into his arms. “Baby, it doesn’t have to be antiseptic, just clean.”
“I’m obsessing, aren’t I?” Gray’s voice sounded small and tired.
“Yes, you are. I’ll give you something else to obsess about.” Enzo gently pulled Gray’s face close and brought his mouth down, level to his lips. Gray raised his gaze to Enzo’s, his eyes wide. He kissed Gray until his lips parted, then he brushed Gray’s mouth with his tongue. Enzo held the back of Gray’s head and explored his mouth, enjoying the taste and feel of his love’s skin. “Consider that a down payment on the future.” Enzo winked, picked up the vacuum, then took it downstairs and outside to the dumpster.
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The Sunset Club
Sunday, November 13 (two weeks later)