What the hell am I doing? Noel swallowed hard. This isn’t me. I don’t invite a man I barely know to go to bed with me. I don’t! We already said we weren’t going to…to act on what we’re feeling, which are probably caused by the fact that we’re horny and nothing more. I bet he screws anyone who might be interested. Which, he had to admit, didn’t bother him as much as it should have. It had been a long time since he’d had a man in his life—by his own choice.
“We should probably clear the table, first,” Jackson said, standing. “Otherwise Andre will have a field day cleaning up the leftovers.”
And it’s done. Noel nodded and started to gather the dishes.
Jackson got the serving bowl, which was still a quarter full, setting it on the kitchen counter. “Does this have a cover?”
Noel pointed to
