Page 47 of Mimosa

With his eyes soft and warm as they stared into Mims’s, he kissed the tip of his nose. “Pretty baby. Such a sweet, beautiful baby.”

Mims moved under him, fucking him back and their bodies rocked together as each of their mouths sought to devour the other’s. Oh, it was the most blissful time, their bodies in sync, their sounds like a melody being played in some amphitheater and sent out to all those people just floating around them in space.

Sonny didn’t grunt like the first time. He moaned, low and deep from his diaphragm, and Mims were hums, higher, pleased and pleasing.

After, they lay together, and Mims felt him breathing deeply, his warm breath on Mims’s neck, Sonny’s heart thumping on Mims’s shoulder. “You’re incredible.”

Mims turned to his side and kissed the corner of Sonny’s beautiful mouth. “I really am.”

“Conceited.”

“So?”

Sonny kissed him back, then kissed him more. “I am going to lose my shit not seeing you more than once a week. I really want to bust these guys like fast.”

“You better. Then…then what? Will you go undercover again?”

He flipped onto his back and stared at the ceiling. “I don’t know. I thought I would forever, but now? I just don’t know.”

“Why?”

“It hurts. It hurts to have to do the things they do.”

“I’m sorry. I wish I could help.”

“You did. You showed them I was on board with watching out for competition. They think I’m with you just for that.”

“You’re not, right?”

He laughed and that laugh made Mims want to laugh along with him. “Shut up. You know that’s not true.”

“Just making sure. Don’t make me fall for you and…” When he realized what he said, he wanted to bite off his own tongue. He shyly looked at Sonny, blinking wildly.

“Yeah, I’m falling for you too, goofy.”

Mims did laugh then. “Goofy?”

“Yeah. I thought it was pretty obvious I’m falling for you. We’re so new, it’s stupid, but…it’s true.”

“Hold me while I fall asleep. I want to know that you’re right here, close.”

“That’s not a tough ask,” Sonny whispered as he pulled Mims into a tight embrace, brushing his lips on Mims’s forehead. “Sleep, my sweet little thief.”

“I’m not technically a thief.”

“You actually are.”

He giggled and snuggled in. “Okay. I am.”

When Mims was taken home the following morning, after a long kiss goodbye in the cab of the truck, he floated up to his room, then remembered the heist from the day before and he rushed to Haze’s room, knocking quickly.

“Come in, Mimsy,” Haze called.

Mims opened the door to see the painting they’d stolen on a board on Haze’s big easel. Haze was just staring at it and Mims moved over to him, wrapping one arm around his thin waist. “It’s pretty. But so was yours.”

“You knew exactly what I was thinking. Again.”

“We’re brothers, right?”

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