Chapter 7

“Wow, you really went all out with the food.”

He nodded. “I didn’t know how long I’d be here, so I wanted to be prepared. I took a few days off from teaching, as well.”

Jake stood. “Yeah? That’s cool. I have some days off, too.” He came to stand by the kitchen and suddenly, with his large muscular frame there, the kitchenette seemed even smaller.

Damian inhaled, he couldn’t help it. He’d always loved the smell of Jake. He couldn’t have explained it under torture, but Jake smelled right. If they’d been wild animals, Damian would have sniffed Jake out as his mate. It was masculine and spicy and just such a turn on.

Before he arrived at the funeral, Damian hadn’t been sure the intense attraction he had for Jake would still be so potent. The moment Jake had stepped near him at the graveside, he’d recognized the man’s scent. It rocked him. He wanted Jake all over again. So bad he ached. His cock ached right now.