After what felt like an eternity, Marcus finally disentangled his body from Vincent's, the warmth of their hug lingering like a brand on Vincent's skin.
The restaurant buzzed faintly around them—the clink of cutlery, the murmur of a waiter clearing tables—as Vincent fumbled with his wallet, paying for the uneaten food with shaky hands.
The encounter had left him raw, the card still hidden in his pocket a constant reminder of the line he was toeing.
The kid from earlier chimed in, his small voice cutting through the haze. "Bye-bye!!! You two look good together!" His innocent grin flashed splitting his chubby face like cute two little buns. oblivious to the storm brewing in Vincent's chest.
Vincent nearly choked on his own saliva, an unexpected blush creeping up his cheeks, staining them a faint pink like a school boy with a crush"
