Chapter 28: Keyon.

Chapter 28: Keyon.

The following day Paxton rolled over in bed and found himself alone. He opened his eyes to the bright light of Tennessee’s bedroom window and grinned. Last night wasn’t a dream. He inhaled and caught the scent of Tennessee on the pillows. Sex and Irish Spring soap were in the air. As he sat up, another smell teased him. Biscuits.

Getting up, Paxton found his jeans on the floor and slid them on and up. He zipped them as he opened the door and headed down the hall.

Tennessee was in the kitchen, also dressed in nothing but his jeans from last night. He whistled a tune as he bent over the open oven to take out a batch of biscuits.

“The first time I saw you bend over the oven, I started to drool, and it had nothing to do with the food.”

Tennessee spun around and smiled when their eyes met. “Really?”

“I could write a poem about how hot your ass is, and I don’t even know how to write a poem.”