Chapter 12
They returned to the kitchen and took the Chinese food out of the fridge, where they’d quickly stashed it before tumbling into bed. Alex opened the cartons at the square kitchen table and unwrapped the chopsticks. The scents of still-warm chicken stir-fry, spring rolls, and sticky rice rose into his nose. He slid onto one of the chairs and watched as Damian, bare-chested, opened the cupboard and took down plates.
Bed-haired and sparkly-eyed, Damian sat across from him and handed him a plate and a bottle of beer.
“Thanks.” Alex plucked two rolls out of their carton with the chopsticks, and hovered them over Damian’s plate. “Spring rolls?”
“Definitely.” Damian picked up the rice carton and tipped half of its contents onto his own plate, and the other half onto Alex’s.
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