[Poggio]

Cold fingers warmed by his torso, hot kisses and the feeling of wood on his back. His fingers curled around the heavy shoulders, lapping up the dream of taking the wonderful tux off in their honeymoon bed. Their dance shook the wall frames that decorated the house before they rolled over on to the couch, emptying out their lust from before. He left Zosa in a daze and his clothes by the coffee table, in favor of a stiff walk towards the kitchen and the roast that was promised.

(Apron only)