My gaze swept across the spacious floor, leading me into the inviting kitchen. Pete, with his body gently swaying to the rhythm of the music, stood by the stove, diligently stirring a concoction. As I approached, my eyes caught sight of an open bottle of wine resting on the countertop, accompanied by two elegant goblets. One of the glasses held a generous pour of crimson liquid, enticing me with its rich hue.
"Hey!" I called out as I got closer.
"What are you cooking?" I asked.
He poured wine into the other goblet and slid it across the table for me; his movements were gentle and elegant. No one would know from looking at him that he was gay, and I was happy to see him be comfortable with me.
"Pasta with meat sauce. And hold, let's get a shower after dinner, okay?" He said and winked a
