“How long did I sleep for?” he asked.
“A few hours. It’s just after lunch.”
“And this?” Andy pointed toward the plate.
“Lunch,” Leonidas answered, plucking a piece of the steak between his fingers. He held his left hand beneath his right, catching the fatty juices as they ran out, and he raised them both toward Andy. “For you.”
Andy groaned, dragging his tongue across the front of his teeth before he opened his mouth. He didn’t move and Leonidas closed the space, placing the morsel of beef against Andy’s tongue.
Andy chewed and swallowed, the simple flavors of pepper and rosemary exploding in his mouth. He licked his lips and gave Leonidas an appreciative smile.
“You cooked this?” he asked.
“Of course.” Leonidas tore one of the bread slices in half and swiped it through the au jus and presented it to Andy.
He bit into it, just as he had with the meat. He leaned back against the couch and stretched out his legs.
“Coffee.”
Leonidas picked his mug up from the table and passed it to him with a small tip of his chin. Andy took a sip, holding the mug in both hands, and he sighed, closing his eyes.
He could get used to this, he thought when Leonidas offered him another piece of meat. He was further away this time and Leonidas had to crawl for it, sliding his bare chest over Andy’s thigh until his fingers were able to reach his mouth.
Lunch was perfect, and after he’d eaten everything Leonidas offered him, he laid Leonidas on the table and feasted on him, leaving them both spent and satisfied and covered in sweat. He managed to get them both into the shower, where he took the time to wash Leonidas’s body, using his fingers to dip into every crease and crevice, then he took Leonidas to bed with a contented and happy sigh.
“So,” he said, brushing Leonidas’s hair away from his face and peppering kisses against his soft and swollen lips. “Tell me about Greece.”
32
Leonidas
“Why areyou making me hold all of this for you?” Leonidas protested, with his arms full of things Penelope had wanted to pick up from the store for dinner. “Why didn’t you take a basket?”
“I didn’t realize we needed this much,” she muttered, adding a jar of olives to the top of the precariously perched pile of food he held.
“I find it hard to believe Mama doesn’t have all of this already.”
Penelope pointed toward the cash register and he followed behind her. She began to unload, plucking item after item from his arms and setting it on the counter.
“She does,” Penelope grumbled. “But she said to get new things because she didn’t’ trust Aeliana not to use them all.”
Once Penelope got all of their purchases onto the countertop, Leonidas checked the time on his phone. Andy’s flight was due in another hour, so that didn’t leave him much time to get back with Penelope and get everything put away. After an eternity of Penelope making small talk with the cashier, they had their purchases and were walking back to their parents’ house.
“I have to admit, Leonidas,” Penelope said as they turned the corner onto the right street. “I never thought I would see the day.”
“What day?” he muttered, already knowing what her answer would be.
“The day you brought a boy home.”
“He’s not a boy,” Leonidas protested.
“Even better.” Penelope smiled and batted her lashes at him, and he shoved her toward the front door.
“You’re horrible to me,” she teased. “I’m going to tell your boyfriend how mean you are to your favorite sister.”
“You think you’re my favorite?”
Penelope rounded on him with wide eyes and an open mouth. She swatted at him, her hands not carrying any of the groceries which weighed him down.
