Jim gives him a tight-lipped smile. When he speaks again, his voice is gruffer than usual. “So, another question.”
Alan raises an eyebrow, all ears.
Leaning forward, Jim lowers his voice, and Alan leans closer, too, unsure of what to expect.
“How about dessert?”
Alan sits back and laughs. “Oh no, I couldn’t.”
Raising a hand to flag down the waiter, Jim says, “Too late, I’m ordering something. For both of us.”
He orders cheesecake, and two decadent slices arrive covered in a jumble of fresh berries. Alan stares at it, sure he can’t eat another bite, but when Jim picks up a fork, he does the same. The cake practically melts on his tongue.
“God,” Alan sighs. “This is almost better than sex.”
“If you think that, then you haven’t been with the right man yet,” Jim teases.
Alan laughs. “I did say almost.”
With an arched look, Jim says, “Good. Because the night’s still young.” 12