Chapter 10

Yves’ back pressed against the edge of the sink as Timothy kissed him. The towel wrapped around his waist had been discarded on the floor, leaving him bare while Timothy remained clothed, which he found unfair. Blindly, he reached for the hem of Timothy’s black shirt and lifted it.

“I haven’t taken a bath yet,” Timothy said.

Yves still tugged the shirt over Timothy’s head and marveled at the intricate design inked on the hard pecs. He sucked at art, so he had no way of understanding what the patterns meant, but that didn’t stop him from tracing his digits across the living canvas, smiling at the steady pulse of Timothy’s heart against his fingertips.

“You like it?” Timothy pointed to a series of dark strokes that formed a beautiful crescent inside the larger intricate design. “It’s the moon. It’s you.”

“Eh?”

“I’ve searched the internet and found out that your last name, Mallari, is like a variation of Mayari, the moon goddess, so it’s you.” Timothy smil