The morning air was quiet, almost serene. The vacation house really was the best place to spend the night. There was no noise from the main street or any car rumbling past the estate street.
Eduardo sat up slowly, stretching his limbs as the rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting warm beams on the floor. His eyes lingered on Marcello, who was still sound asleep beside him, tangled in the sheets. His breathing was steady, peaceful.
Eduardo's lips twitched into a soft smile before his expression darkened as his mind wandered to the reason he came here.
He still hadn't found the right moment to tell Marcello the truth. The truth about who he really was. The truth about Carlo. His fingers brushed over his own lips, remembering the kiss from last night, their bodies entwined with a hunger that had burned through the tension of their reunion.
He already told Marcello that they could wait till whenever next time, but they were too horny to wait.
