Chapter Twelve
Isaac and Aaron fell silent, digging into their meals with gusto and exchanging the occasional glance and smile as they enjoyed their food and sipped their drinks. Before long, their plates were empty and they were sitting back in their chairs, rubbing their bellies and commenting on how delicious the dishes had been.
“Luckily,” Aaron said, reaching for his pint, “that portion was just right, so I’ve still got room for dessert. You?”
“Hmm, I think so. Let’s ask grumpy guts for the menu and I’ll see if anything takes my fancy.”
“I hope so.” Aaron met Isaac’s gaze and held it, clearly attempting to emphasise the alternative meaning of his words.
Isaac stared right back, not sure whether to drag the other man up to his room and get him naked immediately, or run away scream
