"Me too..." Landers turned his cheek and kissed Simon's forehead lightly.
"I like you..."
"I know..."
"I love you..."
"..."
Landers closed three-quarters of his eyelids and lowered his thick eyebrows. Inadvertently, a warm smile appeared on his two shallow dimples, and he smiled like a child.
Simon put his arm around Landers' shoulders and kissed the man's lips forcefully without hesitation.
The smell of tobacco that blended into his teeth was as light as the morning sunshine, yet as intoxicating as the fragrant red wine. Simon stared longingly at those dark brown mist-filled eyes, irresistibly intruding into the suffocating forbidden area.