"Wanna know a secret?" Vig asked, the alcohol clearly having gotten the better of him.
"What?" Sean asked, struggling not to slur his own words.
"The first time I saw you, I had a visceral reaction."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Visceral. From the viscera." Viggo patted his belly. "The gut."
"I know what the word means, you stupid prat. Was it a good reaction or a bad one?"
A devilish smile spread over Vig's face, and he moved toward Sean.
"Oh, very good, I think," Viggo said, then kissed him.
Pulling Viggo closer, Sean had his own gut reaction.
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