Arthur served him. “Be careful, it’s hot.” He felt sorry for the fatigued, sexy man and longed to massage his sore muscles. Without thinking, he walked behind Xander and gripped his neck and upper shoulder muscles.
“Oooooh, Arthur, that feels so good. Oh, dear God, it’s awesome.” Xander dipped his spoon into the steaming concoction, blew on it, and slipped the spoon in his mouth. “Yum, just what the doctor ordered.”
Arthur smiled and kept massaging. “Would you like some wine or beer?”
Xander fed himself more stew. “Some of that white wine you keep around would be nice.”
Arthur opened a bottle and served it in an elegant wine glass from the set his parents gave him. He poured a glass for himself and sat opposite Xander.