Chapter 4If dying from embarrassment was possible, Elliot would have died a thousand times over. And in front of the most attractive man he’d spoken to in a long while. Not to mention Micah was smart and funny and undeniably kind. While Elliot was panting after him like a horny teen. Not that he stood a chance with someone who had it all together. Not that he was going to try anything. It was a cooking class, for Chrissake, not a bar. Micah probably had an equally gorgeous husband who he had the decency not to rub in Elliot’s face. The fact Micah wasn’t wearing a ring didn’t mean anything.
Elliot groaned and rolled over in his bed. Three days later and he was still thinking about Friday night. He’d even considered going out somewhere on Saturday to distract himself, but that reminded him
