Chapter 4

I glance up at him before taking another bite of my sandwich.His cheeks are pinked from rushing into work,and his eyes glisten wetly.His hand is so close to my own,resting on the counter,and I fight the urge to reach out and brush his skin,just to see what it feels like,just to see if he’s real.“Hey,”I say,flashing him a quick smile as I chew the mouthful of bread and meat in my mouth.

He’s staring at my jaw,watching the muscles work,and I chew slower and slower,watching him watch me.When I take another bite and lick off the crumbs on my upper lip,his own lips part and his tongue sticks out slightly.Then he raises his gaze to mine,and the hunger I see there makes me ache to hold him.Fuck,I cry inside as his smile widens just a little bit more.“That looks good,”he says,nodding at the sandwich in my hands.“You make that?”

“Joe did,”I say.With a sudden giddiness,I hold the sandwich out to him like a peace offering.“You want a bite?”