Randy’s breath froze in his throat. That was a good kind of like, indeed. When he replied, it was hard to make the words sound right. “I think I’d feel like I owed something out there a very big favor for making you think like that.”
A softened snort of amusement was breathed into the air between them, and Vaughn leaned into it. It wasn’t until their lips met that Randy actually believed Vaughn was going to kiss him, though. Randy closed his eyes and let himself go. He wrapped both arms around Vaughn’s neck, threaded his fingers through Vaughn’s hair, and parted his lips when Vaughn’s tongue wandered against them. The moment was surreal; familiar sounds told him it was just another night in his quiet kitchen, with the clock tick-ticking in the background and the wind whistling against the
