It was distracting, the powder clinging to Geof’s mustache as he finished prepping and started the mixer. “Wash your face, man.” Duff brushed fondant off his hands onto the table.
“Mmm.” Geof waved dismissively, lost in his routine.
“Fucking distraction.” He sighed. “Can’t even bake without wearing it.” Duff’s quick steps got him across the kitchen before Geof could make it to the sink. “It’s distracting.”
“Happens…” He smiled, licking the corner of his mouth before Duff took him by the chin.
Duff shook his head and kissed away the white powder dusted across Geof's lips. “Not sugar.”