“Okay, then. I’ll leave you for now. Besides, Vivian’s private plane arrived in Fingo earlier this morning. I need to get ready to meet up with her for an afternoon tea. I’ll see you later.”
“Sure. Enjoy!”
“You, too.”
Leonardo turned to face the mirror one last time to ensure he was as presentable as possible before picking up his suit jacket and walking toward his bedroom door. He idly wondered what Tristan looked like in the new suit he purchased for his boyfriend. However, if he was honest with himself, he was more curious about Tristan getting naked underneath him on his bed. Or any flat surface, for that matter. He wasn’t picky about that. Not at all.
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