“Join us, Noah. Demetri, proud Greek that he is, nevertheless makes an amazing chili.”
He was hungry, so he decided to accept the invite. “No promises,” he said.
Demetri leaned forward, where he proceeded to plant a sweet kiss on Noah’s lips. “Unlike you, you can consider that a promise.”
Noah liked what he felt. What he tasted. He reached up, caressed the man’s cheek. A smile bonding them suddenly.
Cilla waved a hand. “Okay, boys, don’t rub it in. You’re in lust. I get it. Now, Demetri, why don’t you get us three bowls of that famed chili, and don’t forget the sour cream. Noah, you’re in for a treat. Demetri’s chili is super spicy.” Then she paused, a dramatic rise coming to her curious eyebrow. “Though I suppose what you have to say might be even spicier.”
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