Chapter 8
Dylan had been standing outside the bakery for less than five minutes when he saw Aaron’s Rolls-Royce coming to a stop in front of him. He got into the car and kissed his lover hungrily. He’d missed the guy, so sue him!
“Hey, babe. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Aaron,” he answered distractedly as he placed the bag of presents for his lover onto the rear seat.
“So, are you ready?”
“Where are we going?”
“Back to my place. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“Okay.”
“You don’t sound excited.”
“I am! I’m just…Okay, I don’t deal well when it comes to surprises.”
“Don’t worry, babe. It’s a good one.”
“Cool, I trust you.”
“Thanks, babe. By the way, what happened yesterday?”
“I got two pillows.”
“Okay, care to elaborate?”
“From my secret admirer. Each of the pillows has th
