Satisfied with his handiwork, Adrian rose onto his tiptoes and rewarded Matteo with a sweet, lingering kiss on the lips. Matteo smiled into the kiss, wrapping an arm around Adrian's waist and holding him close for a moment longer before they finally headed downstairs together.
In the dining room, Chef Selene was already waiting, serving them a lavish breakfast in the quiet morning.
They ate comfortably, exchanging warm, knowing smiles across the table. Partway through the meal, Adrian set his fork down and rested his chin on his hand, his eyes lazily tracing Matteo's sharp jawline, immaculate black suit, and broad shoulders. He simply sat there, admiring how effortlessly handsome his man looked in everything he wore.
Matteo caught him staring and felt an unusual wave of warmth creep up his neck. Flushing slightly beneath Adrian's intense, affectionate gaze, he cleared his throat and murmured, "Babe… stop staring and eat your food."
