Home Is Where The Christmas Trees Are (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
It sounded so erotic, Dex felt his eyelids flutter. But it was only his homemade spaghetti and garlic bread that Ed was scarfing down in what looked like the throes of ecstasy. His lips were shiny with butter, and Dex had a hard time looking away. “How do you make this so good? It’s the best spaghetti sauce I’ve ever had. Don’t tell Mom I said that.” He bit into the bread and moaned again. “Thanks.” Dex shifted to relieve his hard-on as he took a bite. Mm, not bad. “I enjoy cooking.” “That’s good, because I enjoy eating.” Ed smacked his lips with relish. God, he was distracting. “Mm-hm.” Dex drank some wine and tried to think of some light, sparkly conversation as an alternative to leaping across the table at Ed and eating him up. Nothing came to mind except for Rowan’s face when she’d begged him not to be upset with her decision to move.
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