wine, garlic, and a terrible kiss

"Ha… You are one of the good ones.” Max mutters, putting a careful hand on Rex’s. And to his delight, Rex leans in closer. All of those burning stares from the top of those cheesy shades came down to this. Those dark eyes flicker to his mouth. And Max shouldn’t lean closer, but he does, a breathy whisper against the man’s cheek. “Hey, has anyone ever told you…” Time feels like it’s still, smelling that cologne, the way Rex is clinging to his every word. The small click that fills the room doesn't break his concentration. “That this is a robbery?”. . .After being tricked by a pretty thief, Rex Glass has a score to settle