Chloe
Duncan and I are sitting in the middle of the bed, finally enjoying a late lunch of reheated Chinese food. I polish off a take-out box of lo mein and eye the last of his kung pao chicken with covetousness. He smiles, shaking his head slightly, and hands me the box. I wiggle with happiness and tuck in, shoveling mouthfuls of the spicy chicken and vegetables with a pair of bamboo chopsticks.
He watches me, his features inscrutable, while he reaches for an egg roll. “Dominick should be back soon,” he says quietly.
“Mmmm…” I hum through my mouthful of food and blink up at him. One of my men is great to have as the needs of my heat threaten to take over again, but having both of them here is going to make getting through the next few days so much easier.
I scrape the last of the chi
