Chapter 5
Adam knew he probably ought to slow down. He’d been in Galaxy’s house, what, ten minutes? He shouldn’t be attacking the man, wanting to bury himself in Galaxy’s ass. At least not before dinner.
But damn, the man was hot. Hotter than he was ten years ago, even. He had that tortured artist look with dark wavy hair with a lock falling into his eyes, brown eyes, high cheekbones, and slightly pouty lips. The glasses were new, but they gave him a sort of sexy librarian look to add to the tortured artist.
His hand framed Galaxy’s jaw, deepening the kiss, even as the other man whimpered and nearly crawled up his body.
Beep beep beep
Galaxy tore his lips away. “Damn, the pizza.” He pushed gently away and pressed OFF on the oven timer. He opened the oven door. “Yeah, it’s ready. Sorry
