“Welcome home,” said Dom, greeting him at the door. Kiko set down Mother and tossed the mail on the table, unable to keep from smiling when Dom kissed him. Over his shoulder Kiko saw Devin make a disgusted face and take a swig from a steaming mug. Christmas music and excited chatter from Gaby and the kids flowed in from the living room. The house was warm and smelled like hot chocolate. Kiko felt good, happy. He wanted more holidays like this.
“As much as I like your lips, I smell hot chocolate,” said Kiko. Dom moved to get him a mug from the pot on the stove while Kiko took off his boots and coat.
“Gaby really makes good hot chocolate. Real milk. And there’s a little kick to it.”
“Cayenne,” said Kiko, gratefully accepting the mug. “No better way to warm up.”
“Devin even likes it.”
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