Thankfully, when Brandon and Jammie walked through the kitchen door, Apollyn was leaning against the countertop in a pair of comfy-looking grey sweats, his dark hair was wet and messy as though he had just washed it, with lots of fingers being dragged through it. He was in a good mood. Good, thought Brandon, I won't have to anger him or Spade, by interrupting alone, even though, for Jammie I'd do anything. Apollyn leaned back against that counter smiling watching the wiggling ass of who Jammie sincerely hoped was Spade sticking out of the refrigerator. If that was not Spade they were all gonna die tonight.
Apollyn for looking and Jammie and Brandon for walking in at the most inopportune time.
Precisely that time was when I chose to pop the rest of the way out of the refrigerator a
