“Nate?”
“In the kitchen, babe.”
Jason dropped his laptop bag on the couch, along with his suit jacket and tie, before making his way to the kitchen. They’d bought a house together on their fifth anniversary. It was spacious enough, consisting of three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, and a large kitchen Jason had insisted on because Nathan loved to cook and bake. He was not complaining, though. After all, he got to enjoy the delicious home-cooked meals. He couldn’t cook to save his life.
“Hey, love. What’s for dinner?”
“Oh, I see how it is. I’m just the little woman at home who is supposed to cook and clean for you. I don’t even get a kiss anymore.”
He scoffed at his boyfriend’s dramatic declaration before pulling him into his arms and kissing those sexy, pouting, pink lips. Af
