Chapter 16
Sean flipped the sausage patty with a spatula and pressed down on it. The pan sizzled and filled the apartment with the heavenly scent of meat and maple.
“Order up,” he called over his shoulder.
“Coming,” Emerson said from the bathroom. He emerged in black slacks and a boring, gray dress shirt. “Smells good.”
The week had passed in the blink of an eye. Sean had never had a live-in boyfriend, and these few days with Emerson fulfilled all of his dreams. Waking up with Emerson, and the dogs, in the morning, squeezing in a quick walk around the block, coming back to cook while Emerson showered. Then him rushing off to work while Sean busied himself on the computer. In the evenings, Sean would cook dinner, then they’d snuggle and watch old movies. The weekend had been even better
