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192 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 25, 2026
“Although if I may say so, Jesus Christ, your thighs. Holy shit, dude. Those thighs are incredible, they could crush me like a grape and I’d tell you to do it again.”
Well, this has officially gone a direction he didn’t expect. “Um, what do you mean, ‘my thighs?’” He’s burning up now, a very tomato-like color blooming on his face.
The hands around his middle slide to cup his sides just above his cargos and give his love handles an appreciative squeeze. "These. Los chichos. They make you cuddly and good for hugs."
Glendale has spent more time blushing in this apocalypse than he ever did when the world was what passed for normal. "I'm good for hugs?"
"Daley, I kissed your bare shoulder under a romantic rainfall. I was putting the moves on you, that was the smoothest move I've ever pulled off in my life and I was congratulating myself for it. You seriously thought that was freaking platonic??"
Marcelo rolls his eyes with an exasperated smile and gives him a little shake, groaning breathily. "Totally. No homo, just a completely bro-coded tender smooch for my homie. A little besito for my boy during our spontaneous outdoor shower, the world is our locker room, dudeski. Yes, ‘kiss it and make it better,’ but mostly kiss it and hope you would kiss me back."