Chapter 12

Mrs. Chang had confirmed all was fine, though, and today, after having slept off the sore spots from the fight, Jack felt rested, cheerful, and relaxed.

He wandered into the kitchen. Here, Callum was frying eggs. Jack walked up to his lover and wrapped his arms around the other man’s torso from behind.

“I see you’re finally up and…wet,” Callum mumbled. He absent-mindedly patted Jack’s hand, then focused his attention back on the eggs.

The wonderful smell of fried eggs and olive oil filled the air, accompanied by the sharp but savory tang of roasted onions.

Jack inhaled deeply, relishing the scent of his favorite breakfast dish—then suddenly couldn’t make it to the bathroom quick enough.

When he came back, Callum had already quietly disposed of the eggs and the pan and had opened every possible window. Jack treated him to a pale smile and a mumbled excuse.

Callum simply stood at the far end of the kitchen. His expression was earnest and something else, anticipatory.