THERE'S SPRING IN THE AIR ONCE AGAIN

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- Can I stay here for some days? -Tarek asked suddenly almost shy putting on the pijamas he handed to him.

Enzo stood watching him with his fingers leaning on his left cheek. Not hearing any answer, Tarek turned around questioning with his eyes.

- No, you'll stay all your life or there's no deal -he smiled mischievously.

On seeing Tarek rolling his eyes he apologized for his daring commentary

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On seeing Tarek rolling his eyes he apologized for his daring commentary.

- Oh, don't apologize when you don't feel sorry at all -he scolded him with half smile together with his reddened eyes after so many tears.

- You are right. This is your home and you can stay as long as you need. That's better? -he tilted his head gracefully making him smile at last.

- Thank you. Where am I sleeping?

- Your "sulking" room is taken by Svetlana, the new cook.

- My sulking room, huh?

- Yes, the room you used to sleep whenever we fought. Remember?

Tarek blushed suddenly and Enzo, delighted, took advantage to go on without mercy to redden even more his face.

- Remember how I used to go and searching you in the middle of the night there to sign our peace treaties?

Enzo had been successful. Tarek blushed even more. He decided to stop, smiling naughty.

- Desmond's room is a jungle. I hope you don't mind fill our double bed -he made a fake innocent face-. Although you can sleep also with Duncan but he snores like a walrus.

- Alright.

Tarek opened the bed and softly, slid into underneath the sheets, rubbing his face through the pillow like a playful kitten. Enzo stood again watching him love-crazed, staring at his ex husband's unusual beauty.

Tarek never thought just the touch of those bedlinen and the pillow against his face were so familiar and pleasant. So linked to their happy moments inside that room. He had returned to his territory, his home. He didn't want to spin his head. He would choose the next day to make decisions.

- Sleep, my beauty. We're talking all tomorrow -Enzo put slightly his knee over bed to whisper those words to his ear.

Tarek rolled over briskly and grabbed fiercely his hand. His pleading eyes...

- Don't you go away -he pleaded lifting the sheets to make him enter.

Enzo looked at him baffled. He took away his silk robe in a flash not waiting to hear that twice and jumped by his side. Tarek dragged his body against him, wrapping his arms around his back. His fingertips touched the soft hair of the back of his head and rested the cheek against his soft hairy chest.

Enzo didn't believe he was again inside his bed. He never seemed to him so fragile and needed of him like right now. He crushed tightly his lips on his forehead and Tarek looked up to him. He seemed to x-rayed each one of his features.

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