[Poggio]

Galvin found himself smiling. "There is always Sunday if you still pay for it." He could not help himself. He was drawn across the room and into Ambrosia's personal space. His old addiction baited him, and though he knew its off limits he kissed Ambrosia. He ventured to let his tongue roam around the mans mouth, tasting all that he missed. Galvin found himself anticipating the moment when the other would push him away.