Felicity...
"What the hell are you doing here? Thousands of miles away from home?" Joe asked as he sat beside her. He took her hands and gripped them. Joe was Damian’s boyfriend, and sometimes they crashed into her house, and she didn’t mind.
"It’s a long story; order something first," I said. He ordered wine, and while I was looking at him with interest, he was ruggedly handsome, dressed in dark jeans, sneakers, and a neatly pressed button-down shirt. Brown-haired with laughing brown eyes, he was as good-looking as his partner was, just in a very different way.
Damian was a hot boy-next-door fellow with a lean body, honeyed skin, and blond, messy hair. He had one pierced earring that made him look so hot.
Joe knew my appetite even before my pregnancy; he helped me with the servings of
