Felix walked into the kitchen, where Christian was just serving the table.
A handsome guy who had no problem cooking for his lover was someone anyone could desire.
Felix had never dreamed of such a man. But now that he had one, he realized how lucky he was. And how happy. He even did not understand how he could ever think of another.
A handsome, athletic former professional athlete and, on top of that, a caring, considerate partner and unparalleled lover. Was it possible to want anything more?
Felix was sitting down at the table when Andersen glanced at him.
"Wow," he said, "that pleases me. A guy who doesn't like to waste time undressing."
"What do you have...?" Krauze wanted to add 'in mind' but it was totally unnecessary.
He blushed, but not of embarrassment. He was elated.
