It wasn’t but I liked that Sam believed my parents were of an elevated status. “What did your parents do?”
“They were both teachers, actually. Mom taught fifth grade, and Dad was a gym teacher.”
“Is that how they met?”
He shook his head. “They were high school sweethearts.”
“Romantic.”
“It was. Sometimes I think while probably morbid, they loved each other so much that when their time came, they were together. I’m glad neither of them was alone.”
“That’s a beautiful way of looking at it.”
He smiled softly. “Did your parents die together?”
“No. My father passed when I was sixteen; he got pneumonia. My mother died about a decade later from smallpox.”
Sam’s eyes widened, and I realized my error.
“Smallpox? Was she like an anti-vaxxer or something? And your dad, was it so bad the doctors couldn’t help him?”
I had to think fast. “My father worked too hard, didn’t realize he was so sick until it was too late. His tolerance was high. It’s unfortunate. As for my mother, her parents didn’t vaccinate and as time went on, it was something she never did.”
“That’s so unfortunate. I’m sorry, Lukas.”
“Like I said, it was a long time ago.”
We were silent for a bit. Then Sam tilted his head, and a big grin bloomed over his face.
“What is it?”
He put his glass on the table and stood, holding out his hand. “Would you like to dance, Mr. Farren?”
I put my drink beside his and stood. I guided Sam away from the table and pulled him in close. He rested his head on my chest and right there in my living room, we glided along to “Albinoni’s Adagio.” Neither of us spoke; we simply moved. Sam’s warmth, his scent, the way he took a breath when the song hit a crescendo, it was almost too much and not enough.
Once the song ended, he stepped away and looked up at me. A sweet smile on his face lured me close until I was pressing my lips to his and kissing him through another song.
We danced for a little while longer, but by the time the fire started to die, I needed to feel his skin on mine. To kiss his flesh and taste his sweat.
I scooped him into my arms, bridal style, chuckled at his yelp, and carried him to my bedroom, where I gently laid him on the bed.
“Lukas?”
“Hmm?”
“I very much want to do whatever that look in your eye has in mind, but I worked for like twelve hours. Is there any way I could shower?”
I laughed and in an instant was pulling him up. “A shower is a wonderful place to do wicked things.”
Sam chuckled. “Shower sex is not like Hollywood makes you think it is.”
I took his hand and we walked to my en suite. “There are delicious things to do in the shower—I’ll just have to show you.”
After I’d washed Sam’s body thoroughly, I showed him exactly what I was talking about. With his back against the shower wall, I sucked him all the way to the root, never letting up until he came down my throat. I was smug at how flushed he was and was about to shut the water off, but he stopped me.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“To the bedroom.”
