Six Sentence Sunday: Christmas Rum Balls

Neil reached up to trace the line of Tony's cheek, stopping at each dot of paint, counting them like tiny, temporary freckles.

Tony's eyes crinkled at the corners again.

"Youse didn't hear a word I just said, did ya, Neil?"

Neil grinned back at Tony.

"Nope. Even once I get the image of you screwing Kevin senseless over the kitchen table out of my brain, you know I can never concentrate when you come in here half dressed and covered in paint, Tony, you look—"

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