We still are made of greed

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No matter what we breed

We still are made of greed

This is my kingdom come

This is my kingdom come

The beach.

The beach scene was the breaking point. Work permitted Zee to pretend they were lovers and Zee lost himself. Call him crazy, call him perverted but Zee had always wanted to kiss Saint's feet, his leg, his thigh. Well, basically every inch of his body.

Having Saint on a bed, underneath him was hard. Zee was hard. It was very hard to avoid getting caught especially lying in between Saint's legs. When they were both half-naked, Zee didn't need to act like he worshiped Saint. His eyes hungrily ate up every inch of skin that was bared before him. His ears reveled at every gasp, at every sound that left Saint's lips. Every touch and every kiss spoke Zee's truth. He was completely, utterly, absolutely and hopelessly in love with Saint.

"I love you, Saint."

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