An annoying voice in the back of Ramin’s head reminded him that this was temporary. That this wasn’t real life. That Noah had to go home. That neither of them lived here. That they had so many questions to sort out.
But fuck it. That was a problem for later.
For now?
For now…
Fuckety-fuck.
“Get up,” Ramin whispered.
“Huh?”
“I need to get up.” He felt it. He couldn’t hold it any longer. “I need the bathroom.”
Otherwise this beautiful, romantic, sexy moment was about to be interrupted by a wet, juicy fart.
“Dov’è il bagno?” Noah murmured into Ramin’s ear. He let Ramin up, but not without one last kiss. “Love you.”
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They took turns cleaning up in Ramin’s shower. Ramin went first, since he was the messiest. He prayed Noah didn’t hear the aftermath of their lovemaking. He’d probably hear it sooner or later, though. It was inevitable, if they kept this up, and if Noah minded, well, he shouldn’t have had such a big dick.
Noah went after. Ramin heard a few muttered complaints as Noah banged his elbows in the too-small shower.
No shower sex here, that was for sure.
Ramin was tempted to go back to bed, both of them naked, and cuddle until they were recharged and could go again, but the truth was, Ramin didn’t think hecouldrepeat today. He was sore. He’d need to recover.
He couldn’t wait to recover.
Besides. They still had things to talk about. They were mature, responsible adults, who communicated about their wants and needs.
Right?
“I really am sorry,” Noah said, once they had cozied up on the stiff red couch. Both of them held glasses of Grignolino. “For leaving you.”
Ramin swirled his wine and met Noah’s eyes.
“There’s nothing to forgive. You panicked. I’ve made plenty of poorchoices when I was panicked. But if it makes you feel better, I accept. Okay?”
“Okay.” Noah swirled his own wine and tasted. “This is good.”
“Right? And it was only six euros.”
Noah nodded, impressed. “Nice.”
“So what’s going on with Jake? I meant to ask, but…”
“But you got distracted with our lovemaking?”
Ramin laughed. Now that they were out of fucking mode, Noah was back to euphemisms. Ramin didn’t mind, though. He liked that Noah was careful with his words. He knew that Noah would be careful with his heart, too.
“So…”
“So, Jake’s going to be fine. He’ll need to recover for a few days, which will put a damper on Angela’s sightseeing itinerary, but Nonno and Nonna are around to help. And me too, obviously.”
