Chapter 3

“Sorry you had such a crappy night,” Matt said, his voice slightly muffled as he rested his chin on Kellan’s shoulder. He rubbed Kellan’s lower back with one hand. “Are you sure I can’t give you just a little money to help with the repairs?”

“Nmm-mmm, that’s okay,” Kellan said. He inhaled deeply. Matt smelled as delicious as ever. Today he carried the scents of cinnamon and burnt sugar, of melted chocolate and flaky pastries. There was also the smell of the pound cake, which was warm to the touch. It must have been the last thing Matt made before his shift ended.