[Poggio]

Alex reached out towards Kents chin and tenderly twisted his head so he wasn't looking at the ground. “I don't see what is so interesting about the ground, but you should at least face me when your talking.” He then took off Kent's glasses “or look at me.” Alex hated the way he attempted to shield himself. “And I will get you a cushion then... so your ass won't be so hard. Now that you've tasted comfort you have to get out of my chair... but leave your number.”