Chapter 8

Gabriel’s lips curved. “Are you ready to order?”

Christian nodded. “Um, yeah. I’ll have ginger chicken salad.”

“Make that two,” Gabriel said.

“Thanks.” Allison nodded, wrote down their orders, and walked away, sparing a backward glance to their table.

He rested his chin in his hands. “She knows.”

“I would say so.” Gabriel’s lips twitched in amusement drawing Christian’s gaze to them. He really was gorgeous with his long dark, braided hair. He couldn’t help wondering how that hair would feel unbound and sliding all over his bare skin.

He offered a sigh of his own. So what if everyone did know? He suspected he’d be subjected to some teasing, but it wasn’t like that was new. A young, gay blond Elf who was perhaps a little too pretty to be particularly masculine took some ribbing. And if Gabriel was his lover it would be less likely to turn into something more than just innocent teasing.

“They’ll probably think it’s so I can get special privileges or something.”