Micah’s POV “God, Ale, you still got that ugly lamp?” I fling my coat on the chair, grinning at the gaudy aged object by his bed. The room is all him; posters discolored, desk messy, lunar light filtering through the drapes.“Screw you, it is vintage.” Alessandro is sprawled on the bed, shirt partially unbuttoned, jeans hanging low, beaming like he is up to no good.“Vintage? More like junk.” I kick off my shoes, crossing to him, his eyes tracking me, hungry.“You are talking a lot of shit tonight.” He sits up, grabbing my wrist, pulling me close. “What has got you so mouthy?”“Your mom’s tiramisu. Got me all fired up.” I smile, sitting astride his lap, sensing his body temperature via my pants.“Oh yeah?” His fingers glide up my thighs, grasping firmly and tightly. “Fired up for what?”“You.” I lean in, kissing him rough, tongues tangling, tasting the coffee from dessert. “Mmm, damn.”“Fuck, Micah.” He groans, hands yanking my shirt off, tossing it. “You are gonna make me lose it.”
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