His Bedroom

Alex

The tension between myself and Damion was easing. That first look had been intense. I had felt my cheeks burning and was unable to look directly at him. After a little internal pep talk, I had pulled myself together and looked him in the eye.

“Should we have lasagna?” Damion asked.

I looked up from the puzzle Oliver wanted me to help him with. “That’s kind of elaborate, isn’t it?”

He grinned and pulled a frozen dish from the freezer. “If by elaborate you mean I have to turn on the oven, yes.”

I laughed. “I think we’re having lasagna for dinner, Oliver.”

Oliver looked over his shoulder. “And garlic bread,” he added.

“Can’t have lasagna without garlic bread,” Damion said, reaching into the freezer and pulling out a box of sliced garlic bread.

“Gee, I would hate for you to go through so much trouble for me,” I teased.

“Only the best for you,” he said with a wink.

The way he said it sent butterflies zooming around in my belly. Every time he looked at me or said something to me, my br