Darren winced. “Give me a few days first.”
“But I can still touch, right?” Jayden coaxed, kissing Darren’s cheek. After a moment, Darren twisted enough so they could kiss properly, and a moment after that, Jayden pushed the still-full plates aside and climbed back into Darren’s lap, burying his hands to the wrist in the bed-wild hair and starting a slow massage. When Darren groaned and dropped his head back, Jayden turned his attention to his neck.
“I’ve created a monster,” Darren murmured, his voice a throaty rumble under Jayden’s mouth, gorgeous and enticing and sexy. Jayden kissed the sound, smiled against the skin, and thanked Dad for Mum’s birthday surprise. 25
It was the first Tuesday in April, and Jayden couldn’t have been happier if he’d tried.