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was so embarrassed, but at the same time, the saner part of my brain was thinking, what did it matter?
I ' m a lot older than he is. And he went out with Mary, for crying out loud. He's young. He's hot. And he's…damn he's so hot.
Kyle stepped in and moved the box. "French Press?"
"Uh yeah…Gerald said he liked his coffee made this way so I figured I'd buy one and give it a try." He held up the Trader Joe's bag. "I brought coffee so after dinner I can make everyone a cup. As a way of showing thank you for the hospitality."
I moved in and took the bag from him and set it on the counter behind me. "That's really nice of you."
"Yeah it is." Kyle turned and gave me a look that I read as bitch is sucking up hard to this asshole . "I bought a cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory the other day and we haven't tried it yet. So the coffee will add a nice accompaniment. We also have angel food cake. And if you'll take a seat, dinner is ready."
I stood where I was as Gerald rubbed his hands together and followed Kyle out of the kitchen. Michael trailed behind them and stopped in front of me. He wore a nice white button down shirt and soft jeans. He pushed his glasses up on his head and looked down at me with a smirk on his lips. "You know…" he said in a soft voice. "I could have sworn Kyle was gay."
I didn't know what to say, so I changed the subject. I didn't want my roomie to get into trouble. I could never do that to my best friend. "So…did Mary show you how to use the press properly?" O h..shit…did I just sound jealous? Cause that sounded jealous to me.
Whatever tone I'd just used, Michael noticed something as his brow arched. "Yeah. She did. But we'll know if she was successful later, won't we?" He moved into the dining room and I let go of a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. I was panicking…but for what? Why? What did it matter?
Michael Oliver was a good looking younger man. And now he believed I was Kyle's girlfriend. And if Kyle knew this was the guy I'd been pining over, he would have a short but dramatic freak out. I went back to the fridge, took another hit off that glass, grabbed the two wines, red and white, and brought them to the table as the warmth from that tater juice dulled my happy place and beyond.
Dinner went great for the first half. I helped serve and Kyle poured wine. I discovered that mixing a Riesling with Tater Juice was a bad, very bad idea. Though it took the edge off my nervousness, it also made way for me to saying things I shouldn't say. So I just sort of commented only when I knew I could reign in my tongue.
The food was delicious. Kyle was so good at this. The mashed potatoes and chops were the talk of the other two and I caught myself watching Michael as he ate. It wasn't something I usually did, but I liked the way his jaw worked up and down as he chewed, and the way he drank. I was looking for a flaw. Something I could latch onto and be done with this crazy crush.
But I couldn't find a damn thing! Curses!
Gerald kicked back and rubbed his spacious stomach. The man had eaten three chops, his lobster tail and half of mine, three helpings of mashed potatoes and two helpings of green beans. I kept thinking he was going to explode like that guy in the Monty Python skit. Don't give him a mint! "Grace…the food was excellent, just like the last time."
"Oh it wasn't me this time." I held my water glass in front of me as I talked. Why? Who the hell knows? I'm an idiot. "It was Kyle. I worked on the potatoes but he wanted to work on our last cooking lesson to make it better."
"Cooking lesson?" Michael said. He has his hands in his lap. I liked how his glasses, now propped on top of his head, kept his hair out of his eyes.
"Kyle and Grace take cooking lessons," Gerald said as he picked up his own glass of wine. "Something they do together and I think it's remarkable." He nodded to Michael. "Michael here is single. And from the
I ' m a lot older than he is. And he went out with Mary, for crying out loud. He's young. He's hot. And he's…damn he's so hot.
Kyle stepped in and moved the box. "French Press?"
"Uh yeah…Gerald said he liked his coffee made this way so I figured I'd buy one and give it a try." He held up the Trader Joe's bag. "I brought coffee so after dinner I can make everyone a cup. As a way of showing thank you for the hospitality."
I moved in and took the bag from him and set it on the counter behind me. "That's really nice of you."
"Yeah it is." Kyle turned and gave me a look that I read as bitch is sucking up hard to this asshole . "I bought a cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory the other day and we haven't tried it yet. So the coffee will add a nice accompaniment. We also have angel food cake. And if you'll take a seat, dinner is ready."
I stood where I was as Gerald rubbed his hands together and followed Kyle out of the kitchen. Michael trailed behind them and stopped in front of me. He wore a nice white button down shirt and soft jeans. He pushed his glasses up on his head and looked down at me with a smirk on his lips. "You know…" he said in a soft voice. "I could have sworn Kyle was gay."
I didn't know what to say, so I changed the subject. I didn't want my roomie to get into trouble. I could never do that to my best friend. "So…did Mary show you how to use the press properly?" O h..shit…did I just sound jealous? Cause that sounded jealous to me.
Whatever tone I'd just used, Michael noticed something as his brow arched. "Yeah. She did. But we'll know if she was successful later, won't we?" He moved into the dining room and I let go of a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. I was panicking…but for what? Why? What did it matter?
Michael Oliver was a good looking younger man. And now he believed I was Kyle's girlfriend. And if Kyle knew this was the guy I'd been pining over, he would have a short but dramatic freak out. I went back to the fridge, took another hit off that glass, grabbed the two wines, red and white, and brought them to the table as the warmth from that tater juice dulled my happy place and beyond.
Dinner went great for the first half. I helped serve and Kyle poured wine. I discovered that mixing a Riesling with Tater Juice was a bad, very bad idea. Though it took the edge off my nervousness, it also made way for me to saying things I shouldn't say. So I just sort of commented only when I knew I could reign in my tongue.
The food was delicious. Kyle was so good at this. The mashed potatoes and chops were the talk of the other two and I caught myself watching Michael as he ate. It wasn't something I usually did, but I liked the way his jaw worked up and down as he chewed, and the way he drank. I was looking for a flaw. Something I could latch onto and be done with this crazy crush.
But I couldn't find a damn thing! Curses!
Gerald kicked back and rubbed his spacious stomach. The man had eaten three chops, his lobster tail and half of mine, three helpings of mashed potatoes and two helpings of green beans. I kept thinking he was going to explode like that guy in the Monty Python skit. Don't give him a mint! "Grace…the food was excellent, just like the last time."
"Oh it wasn't me this time." I held my water glass in front of me as I talked. Why? Who the hell knows? I'm an idiot. "It was Kyle. I worked on the potatoes but he wanted to work on our last cooking lesson to make it better."
"Cooking lesson?" Michael said. He has his hands in his lap. I liked how his glasses, now propped on top of his head, kept his hair out of his eyes.
"Kyle and Grace take cooking lessons," Gerald said as he picked up his own glass of wine. "Something they do together and I think it's remarkable." He nodded to Michael. "Michael here is single. And from the
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