Chapter Fifteen

Tristan walked out of the bedroom, dressed in baggy pants and a sweater vest on top of a button down shirt. To complete the outfit he had put on a cross body bag on himself too. Everything about him screamed an art fanatic.

Taking a look at him, Oliver did not even have to check the list to see where they were headed, it had to be some sort of art museum.

“Aren’t you dressed yet for the Met?” Tristan gasped as he looked at Oliver, who was dressed in a plain-white T-shirt and blue jeans.

Oliver chuckled, “I would have preferred if you wanted me undressed.”

Tristan smiled teasingly, walking up to Oliver, “All in good time, baby, all in good time.”

Oliver groaned, “Do we have to go to the Met? You must have gone there a million times!”

“Yes, but never with you!” Tristan’s voice was firm enough to make it clear to Oliver that he was not changing his mind.

“Can’t I just stay here and appreciate the art in front of me?” Oliver grabbed Tristan and pulled him towards himself, as color ros