“You’re a crazy s*x psycho.”
Tav turned from the microwave at the accusation, and smirked. Luca was damp from the shower, wearing a pair of boxers from Tav’s underwear drawer, and absolutely nothing else.
“C’mere.”
“Fat chance, you’ll bite me again.”
“Maaaaaybe,” Tav drawled, and Luca laughed. Tav’s stomach twisted. He was so f*****g ridiculously beautiful, and it hurt sometimes. “C’mere.”
“You gonna bite me?”
“No?”
“Oh yeah, that was convincing,” Luca said, but when Tav lifted his arm and beckoned, Luca rolled off the doorframe like a porn star and padded into reach. Tav wrapped his arm tightly around those naked shoulders and pressed his nose into clean, wet curls. God, this felt better. “Hello.”
“Hey.”
“So your problem is you got jealous?”
Tav squirmed. “Uh. Yeah. Maybe.”
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