Aunt Jen, who if guessing is in her late fifties, approaches the table, clearing her throat.
Both Alexandre and Mike sit up straight and stifle their laughter. She sits three plates down on the table, eyeing both men. Then her eyes narrow, peering down at Alexandre.
He releases his hold on my body, and I scoot to the middle of the bench. Glancing around, I take in the seating arrangements, then sigh.
Great, I'm trapped between the wall and a walking erection. Glance between Mike and Alexandre - make that two walking erections.
"Do not let the boys scare you off, dear," Aunt Jen says with a warm smile. "If my boys give you any more trouble, you tell me, and I will straighten them right out, both of them."
She turns her attention to first Alexandre, then to Mike, it's then I notice a f
