precious_boy by K.Z. Snow

Author:K.Z. Snow [Snow, K.Z.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Chapter Seven

THE next day, Friday, Ethan made omelets for breakfast. Delicious omelets, at once fluffy and succulent, with flavor layers I didn’t think were possible in a breakfast staple.

“You don’t seem in a hurry to get out of here,” I noted as we again cleaned up together.

“Do you mind?”

“Not as long as you keep feeding me like that.” I was kidding, of course. I didn’t expect any compensation for my minimal hospitality, and I told him so.

“But I want to keep feeding you,” he said. “I love to cook. I hardly ever get to do it anymore.”

“Don’t you cook at home?”

“Why bother?”

“Because you and Marcus have to eat.”

Ethan blew air through his lips, a dismissive sound. “It wouldn’t be appreciated. Marc likes to spend his time drinking, fucking, and sleeping. He cares about my mouth skills, not my knife skills.”

Whoa. What could I say?

It both pleased and troubled me that Ethan didn’t rush back to Chicago. Pleased me, because when he was at my house he was safe, and I truly enjoyed his company. Troubled me, because I had the feeling he was afraid to go back.

We took turns putting on music as we cleaned the guestroom together. Whether or not Ethan stayed, it needed to be done. Occasionally, we danced to the music and made fun of each other’s dancing. My laughter was always coupled with surreptitious glances at certain parts of his body. Even if he’d been the biggest clod on the continent, watching him move would’ve brought me joy.

“We should go to a club together sometime,” Ethan said as we made the bed. “We’d bust a gut laughing. It would be fun.”

“You can’t get into clubs.”

“Yes I can. I’ve had a fake ID for two years.”

I was far more tempted by that proposition than I’d been by Donald’s invitation to dinner. With each passing hour, it became increasingly clear I liked being with Ethan much more than I liked being with his father.

And so the day went. We glided happily through ordinary activities. Ethan showered, I worked, I showered, we cooked lunch together. Ethan even used some pieces from his new cutlery set to prepare the meal. Afterward he washed each one by hand, as lovingly as if it were a newborn baby. The fact he so treasured my gift nearly moved me to tears. I was more flattered than if I’d won a presidential medal.

I spent the afternoon in my office while Ethan watched a movie. His cell phone rang at least a half-dozen times, but it wasn’t until late in the afternoon, as I was about to get ready for my date with Donald, that I heard him answer it. The TV’s volume was already low, because Ethan was, I’m sure, being considerate of the fact I was working. I’d begun to realize such thoughtfulness was typical of him.

I got up from my desk and quietly cracked open the office door. All I could pick up, of course, was Ethan’s half of the conversation.

“I told you, my father flew in for my birthday.

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