The navy blue night sky reflected against Cruz's eyes. "Donald, we shouldn't be here." He chuckled.
Donald had written a meeting location and time on the note he slid into Ted's suit. That location just so happened to be the top of the Trump tower. Donald's hair fluttered in the low wind, blocking his eyesight slightly.
"You know Donald, we could just glue it down." Cruz flirted. "We wouldn't want it to get in the way of this view."
Trump wrapped his hands around Ted's waist, sliding his hands underneath his suit jacket.
"The only view here is you, my love."
Ted pushed Donald's hair back away from his face, placing kisses on his forehead.
"Donde esta la biblioteca" he whispered seductively into Trump's ear.
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Truz Love (Hiatus.)
أدب الهواةDisclaimer: I have little to no actual knowledge about these candidates. This is made purely out of boredom and the inspiration the cover photo gave me.
