Tim came up behind Brandon at the sink while he was rinsing dishes and placed his hands on Brandon’s hip bones. He nuzzled Brandon’s neck. “That was delicious.”
Brandon shivered. “Glad you thought so.”
“I did. I bet that was way better than the resort banquet food.”
“They were serving chicken, too. I approved the menu myself.”
A phone on the kitchen bar sprang to life, startling them both.
Tim gaped. “Is that an actual landline?”
“Yes. Some of us still have them.” Brandon picked up the receiver. “Hello? Oh hey, sweetie.”
Tim frowned. He did not like to hear Brandon calling anyone sweetie. He went to stand next to Brandon, and he placed his hands possessively over Brandon’s ass. Yeah, probably a macho action he should be ashamed of or something.
“Um. Well.” Brandon had turned a litt
