“Wow, your place is amazing,” Tudor said, going around in circles and taking it in.
“I love it. It takes a while to get to work, but it’s large and way less expensive than a crappier place in Manhattan would be.”
Tudor walked to the large, almost floor-to-ceiling windows and looked down the well-lit street Vincent lived on. “I’d kill for a place like this,” he said. “Unlikely to ever get one in Bucharest, unless I build it myself.”
“Maybe you’re searching in the wrong city, that’s all,” Vincent said and Tudor realized he was standing right behind him. He stepped closer and wrapped Tudor in his arms, resting his chin on Tudor’s shoulder.
“Maybe,” Tudor said, trying to relax into the embrace, but failing.
“Why so tense, gorgeous?” Vincent lips hovered over the side of his neck, his brea
