Chapter 7Looking around his living room once last time, Armand drew in a deep breath, held it, and then exhaled slowly. He’d done yoga when younger and knew this was a good way to calm nerves. And his were jangling.
He liked Jayson, as in really liked him. He sighed at the memory of the make out session they’d indulged in Wednesday night. He’d forgotten just how erotic a good kisser could be.
And Jayson was most certainly a gold medal winner when it came to kissing. The words of a song instantly came to Armand’s mind. Doctor, Doctor, I feel like I’m burning, burning.
Although Armand liked to cook, he didn’t want to spend his time in the kitchen once Jayson arrived. In contrast to the meal at Le Bistro, Armand had gone for more basic food, and an Italian theme: caprese salad to start, la
