Andy Onassis and Andrea Suarez stand on an outdoor balcony, their dark hair catching the light as they press together, tongues tangling while rough hands grip each other’s muscular frames. The tattooed, bearded Onassis pins the other against the stone wall, fingers digging into bare skin as Andrea Suarez arches into the kiss, her own marks tracing the curve of his back. The air between them is thick with the weight of their bodies, the only sound the rasp of breath against skin.
