Kellen didn't know how long the two of them remained glued together, kissing and holding each other, but in his opinion, it wasn't long enough. The Captain was the one who stopped them. He had removed the dazed, kiss-swollen Kellen from his grasp, and taken a hand towel and cleaned them both up. He'd placed Kellen in one of the stools against the island, found his shirt, put it back on him, and kissed him on the forehead.
True to his word, he had reheated the food, and Kellen found himself seated at the island with steaming tea, steaming food, and the Captain beside him with a hand on his thigh. Stunned, Kellen felt like the moment they had shared just a few minutes before was a dream. It was the gold of the Captain's eyes that gave away what had truly happened.
