Chapter 2
Max came out of Spencer’s shower the next morning at around ten to the potent smell of cooking bacon. His mouth watering, he pulled on one of the clean T-shirts he kept at Spencer’s for just this sort of occasion.
“That’s not just pancakes,” he said, walking out to the kitchen.
“Nope.” Spencer was bent over, looking in the bottom crisper of his refrigerator. He’d pulled on a pair of loose fitting gray sweatpants paired with a black tank top. The sweatpants were so huge on Spencer it was hard to tell the man had a very fine ass even with it sticking up in the air as it was now.
“What are you doing?” Max glanced away and helped himself to a cup of coffee.
“Getting the cantaloupe.” Spencer straightened. He held a small cantaloupe in his hands. His sandy hair stood up every whic
