JULIAN I arrived at the penthouse late in the evening after the long flight home from London. My bag felt heavy on my shoulder, and all I could think about was how much I just wanted to see Enzo. The trip had been good, but coming back made me realize how much I missed this place, missed him. The door was unlocked like always, and as soon as I stepped inside, the smell of something warm and savory hit me right away. Enzo had cooked. I could hear faint sounds from the kitchen, but he must have been finishing up.I set my bag down by the door and walked further in, my heart picking up a little. Before I could call out, Enzo came out from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. His face lit up when he saw me, and without a word, we closed the distance and kissed immediately. It was soft at first, then deeper, like we both needed it after the time apart. His hands rested on my waist, and I held onto his shoulders, breathing him in. We pulled back just enough to whisper to each other."
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