His After One Night
It was still weird to see Frank’s body hanging so recklessly on Eduardo’s shoulder.
And it’s weirder that the sight was a little turn-on. I blame those BL comics I used to read once in a while.
“Shall we?” Alessandro flashed a smile, and I obliged.
Soon, we were walking past the huge, meshed wooden door that welcomed us into a living room space that was filled with the simplest yet most elegant decor.
When Alessandro turned on the full lights, I became further mesmerised by the mix of brown, white, and black in the room.