“But I thought you were Jewish,” Steve said, eyeing the package of bacon Milton had just taken out of the fridge.
“A lot of people make that mistake,” Milton said, smiling at Steve over his shoulder. “My dad’s Jewish, hence Katz, but my mom’s a gentile.”
“And being Jewish is passed down through the female line.” Steve smiled.
“Exactly. Now, sit on that stool.” Milton pointed. “Sitting there shouldn’t mess with your cape.”
“Maybe I should take it off.” Steve reached for his neck, but before he could unsnap the cape, Milton’s hands were there, staying him.
“Don’t you dare.”
Steve smiled. “Your wish is my command.”
Milton blushed. Steve thought that was just the cutest look on the guy. He so wanted to kiss Milton, had wanted to when they’d been in Milton’s room. Heck, Steve had wante
