Caiden put the bags with their meals on the tiny kitchen table in Theirn’s studio apartment, while Theirn got plates and silverware. They distributed the food, spaghetti for Theirn and a thick slab of lasagna for Caiden, and Theirn got beer from the fridge. While they ate, they discussed what Theirn laughingly called the finer points of the movie, and others they’d seen.
By the time they finished, it was close to midnight. Caiden helped with the dishes then said, “I really should get out of here so—” He didn’t past that because Theirn was kissing him hungrily, kicking his libido into high gear.
“Stay,” Theirn said when the kiss ended. He emphasized the word by starting to unbutton Caiden’s shirt.
“Are you sure?”
“No. I was teasing,” Theirn replied with a touch of asperity. “Yes, damn i
