Chapter 25

Sean wrapped his arms around Emerson’s waist and moved in close. His lips gently touched the back of Emerson’s neck. Emerson leaned into the kiss.

“Are you hungry?” Sean whispered, his breath hot on Emerson’s skin.

Emerson tilted his head and Sean’s lips traveled to the side, right below Emerson’s ear.

“Starving.”

“I’ll get dinner started. You can sit and relax.”

Sean’s warmth and pressure retreated.

Emerson turned from the window. “I can help. What are you making?”

“Spaghetti. A simple recipe but delicious. How are you with cutting up vegetables?”

They worked in tandem in the kitchen, Sean getting the water boiling while Emerson sliced up tomatoes, a green pepper, and an onion. Once diced to specification, Sean took the veggies and tossed them into a pot. He added seasoning, and a shit ton of garlic.

“Smells good already.”

Sean made a noise of agreement. “Can you get the butter from the fridge?”