“You know you scare me when you do shit like that?”
“What? It tastes better when it’s pretty.”
“Says every gay man in the world,” Myles joked.
I leaned in for a kiss. “Oh, yeah? Let’s see if you’re right.”
Myles shot Derek another nervous look, but I touched his face and spoke before he could. “Everything is all right, Myles. We’re happy it happened.”
“Okay, good. Me, too. Yeah.” He laughed nervously. “So happy, actually.”
“Yeah, no shit.” I pinched his arm and then turned to see Derek watching us with affection in his stare.
We ate together, enjoying our candlelit dinner, and when we were done, Myles proposed to prepare tea. He went to his room and returned with a beautiful black and gold tin can. “This is hojicha, roasted green tea. It’s good after dinner.” He took the boiler out of the cupboard and filled it up. “I really acquired a taste for tea in Japan. You can have it everywhere. They give it away like water in most restaurants.” He set the boiler down on the stove top.