“Now we just wait for the pizza to be done,” Galaxy declared, rather satisfied with the salad’s end result.
Adam took a swig of his beer, but there was a mischievous gleam in his gaze. “What do you think we should do while we wait?”
“I don’t know, I—” His lips were crushed under Adam’s, stealing his breath. Galaxy took the beer bottle out of Adam’s hands and set it on the counter next to his without breaking their lip-lock. He fisted Adam’s shirt to bring him closer.
Adam came up for air, leaning his forehead against Galaxy’s. “Sorry, I’ve just really wanted to do that since you walked into the café the other day.”
“Why are you sorry?”
“‘Cause I kinda just attacked you.”
Galaxy titled his head until their mouths brushed lightly together. “Hear anyone complaining?”
“Mmm.” Adam sealed his lips firmly over Galaxy’s, pressing him into the counter. 5