Maybe they couldn’t talk about the future, not really, or about what Dom really meant by his fake proposal that was far too much like a real one. Maybe Kiko couldn’t put forth the question whether they changed their minds, or made up their minds, or saw their paths converging here and never separating again. Maybe all they could voice were words of love. But Kiko could put everything he felt, every need he had, for Dom into this, touching and closeness, deep need.
He tossed a few towels down on the bed, mindful of the fact they’d need to sleep here after this, and pulled Dom down with him. Dom was kissing him, running his hands over Kiko’s damp skin, giving back. Kiko smiled. He loved this man.
“Roll over,” he whispered in Dom’s ear, and he obliged immediately. Kiko kissed the back of Do
