It had been three days after Spirit had almost dato in to Stein’s advance on him and his cuore was still aching. He had wanted nothing più than to allow Stein to touch him, baciare him, pleasure him, but he knew that it would only end in his cuore being broken again. He couldn’t expect Stein to commit to him. Who was he kidding? He knew Stein would commit to him. It was Spirit himself who couldn’t be expected to commit. He wanted to, but it he didn’t know how. He had never dato all of his Amore to one single person in all of his life. Yet when he thought of Stein, oh how his cuore beat....
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