Chapter 9
Jack came up behind Chad while he rinsed the spaghetti sauce from dinner plates. He wrapped his arms around him and nuzzled Chad’s throat.
“Hmm. Stop, I’m trying to clean up.”
“I’m helping,” Jack insisted. He reached around Chad, scooped up dirty silverware, and held it under the steady stream of water.
“What if your dad comes in?”
He chuckled. “Dad knows we’re gay, remember? He’s the one who mentioned me hogging the bed.”
Chad’s cheeks pinked. “I know, but—”
“Everything okay in here?” Jack’s dad walked in carrying a couple more dishes.
Chad tried to move away, but Jack blocked him. If they had any chance at being a couple, he wanted Chad to get used to the idea that people—family—would see them together.
“Just getting the dishes ready for the dishwasher,” Jack said.
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