He swished the alcohol in the bottle in offering, and Eridanys opened his mouth, allowing a string of the amber liquid to be poured over his tongue. It made Alba smile bigger, made his insides twirl and itch with the sight. Lips wet, liquid dripping down his chin. Glancing over his shoulder, there was no one on the street behind him—and Alba couldn’t stop himself from sitting forward, hooking a hand under the back of Eridanys’ head, and pulling him into a kiss. Tasting the whiskey and salt on his lips, his tongue, wishing he could have a moment longer to enjoy it. But even a little drunk, he
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