“I like this relationship.”
Yazid gave Ali a look over the menu. “Good?”
“Six years and you still treat me like a princess when you want to get in my boxers,” Ali said, folding his own menu on the table and propping his chin on his hand to smile at Yazid.
“Well, it’s not just about what’s in your trousers,” Yazid said, calling the waiter over and placing their orders. He’d booked a table in a proper fancy restaurant, with multiple forks and everything, and if the point was to make Ali fall in love again, it was kind of working.
“Our anniversary aside, why the spoiling?” Ali asked. “Last year we had a home cooked meal and some wine and an early night.”
“Last year, I couldn’t stay awake for more than six hours at a time, and climbing the stairs was like climbing Kilimanjaro while steami
