9
JED
I sat at my desk, daydreaming about my and Aiden’s movie marathon the previous couple of nights. Takeout, the final three Star Wars films, and the fluffy socks Aiden continued to tease me about.
My toes were always cold—winter, spring, or summer—it seemed I couldn’t make them warm no matter what I did. Luckily I’d never married and didn’t have a wife to b***h over my freezing feet against her warm legs while cuddling in bed.
I wondered how Aiden would react to my frozen toes in that situation.
A heavy exhale sank me further into my chair as I attempted to ignore the sudden butterflies in my stomach. Staring out my office window, I wondered what he was up to. He’d met with Jacob the day before over at Clyde’s Cafe, their first get-together since he’d returned home.
Jacob hadn’t
