Domenico
Domenico hummed softly, breathing in the zesty aroma of lemon meringue, which was cooling by the open window. Seth didn’t hurry. Dressed in just a pair of jeans that hung somewhat low on his hips, he trailed through the kitchen, with an improvised melody that went with Domenico’s. They both smiled when their eyes met, and Domenico walked up to Seth, caging him against the counter, just after Seth twisted around to face away from him.




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