YOUR EX WHAT?

As they savor the decadent dishes placed before them - the rich, velvety foie gras melting on their tongues, the succulent lobster meat practically disintegrating at the slightest pressure - Damon and Eli lose themselves in lively discourse. They laugh freely, finishing each other's sentences as old friends would, the initial sexual tension simmering beneath the surface replaced by a growing sense of easy camaraderie and mutual appreciation.

Damon learns of Eli's aspirations to write poetry, perhaps, or short stories brimming with vivid imagery and raw emotion.

listens intently, fork poised mid-air A writer, eh? How fascinating. There's a certain poetic quality to you, I must say your spirit, your passion, the way you wear your heart on your sleeve... it's positively inspiring. sets down his cutlery and reaches out to squeeze Eli's hand Promise me you'll share some of your work sometime, sweetheart. I'd love nothing more than to peek inside this brilliant mind of yours

blushes d