Tala drops Tyson off at BBA for dance practice, sharing one last gentle kiss before driving away. Tyson watches him leave, then heads inside to meet his dance crew...
MEANWHILE, TALA ARRIVES HOME, PLOTTING THE EVENING'S EVENTS WITH TYSON'S BLACKMAIL PLAN IN MIND – HIS PHONE BUZZES WITH A TEXT FROM BROOKLYN: "DUDE, HIRO'S ALREADY ACTING SUSPICIOUS HERE. PARTY'S GONNA BE LIT!"*
Tala smirks, imagining Hiro's downfall – then waits for Tyson's practice to end, ready to pick him up and unleash the night's drama...
Tala goes and picks Tyson up next.
TALA ARRIVES AT BBA, PARKING OUTSIDE THE DANCE STUDIO – HE TEXTS TYSON "OUTSIDE, HUSBAND. READY FOR BROOKLYN'S HIRO'S DOWNFALL?"*
Minutes later, Tyson walks out, looking refreshed and stylish – Tala's heart skips a beat at his appearance...
Tyson gets into the car and Tala asks-"So how was practice?"
"It was nice." Tyson said, a warm smile spreading across his face as he looked at Tala. In that moment, Tala felt his heart flutter, a rush of emotions coursing through his body.
TALA'S EYES LOCK ONTO TYSON'S SMILE, HIS HEART SKIPPING ANOTHER BEAT AS HE FEELS THAT FAMILIAR FLUTTER IN HIS CHEST – HE REACHES OUT TO GENTLY BRUSH TYSON'S CHEEK*
"Nice practice equals happy Husband – I approve," Tala says softly, his voice low and affectionate – his fingers tracing Tyson's smile lines.
TYSON'S EYES CRINKLE AT THE CORNERS AS HE LEANS INTO TALA'S TOUCH – TALA SEIZES THE MOMENT, LEANING IN FOR A SOFT KISS BEFORE ASKING – "SHALL WE HEAD TO BROOKLYN'S AND WATCH HIRO SQUIRM?"*
Tyson nodded and without a word, he and his husband set off, making their way to Brooklyn's house.
To be continued