Chapter 9
“So those are really all made of flowers?” Kyle asked for what seemed the fifth time.
“Yes, all the floats are made of flowers,” Dave said indulgently.
They lounged on his oversized couch, Kyle lying against Dave. He had his arms wrapped snugly around Kyle, holding him close while they watched the Pasadena Rose Parade on New Year’s Day.
Things were going so well, it kind of scared Dave. He hadn’t felt this good about a relationship in so long that he wondered if he actually ever had felt this good. Kyle was just so damn cute and sexy, Dave couldn’t help but fall under his spell more every day. If Dave’s friends from his biker days, before he owned the bar, could see him now, he could just imagine the ribbing he’d take.
“I’ve never seen the parade before.” Kyle sighed. “Come
