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Excerpt:
"What are we doing about lunch?"
Enzo gave him an "are you crazy?" look. "Mack, we have to eat a whole turkey between the two of us. We have to leave room. No lunch."
"What a tyrant," Mack complained. The smell of cooking made him even hungrier than before. He was tempted to tell Enzo he hadn't had breakfast, but he didn't want to stress him out more. He could wait. And anyway, other things were starting to preoccupy him.
Shoulder to shoulder, they peeled carrots and potatoes. Mack didn't know it could feel so good to do something so simple as long as you did it with a sweet, attractive guy. He had a feeling that there was no activity that Enzo wouldn't make better.
"You're not bad at this," Enzo told him.
"I did work in a restaurant once."
"Really?" Enzo said, ready to be impressed.
"Washed dishes for two whole days."
"Then you must be naturally talented," Enzo said.
Looking at him, Mack wasn't sure if Enzo was more enticing when he focused on what he was doing or when he turned his eyes on Mack. If Enzo added a smile, Mack had to hold his breath. He only started breathing again when Enzo looked away.
That's when Mack could stare at him and see how he frowned and pressed his lips together like he was mad at the carrots he was peeling. Actually it was more like he was whittling them than peeling them. As bits of carrot peel stuck to his fingers, Enzo flicked them into the sink.
Enzo's hair fell over his eyes and he had to push it away with his forearm. His dark, bushy eyebrows were furrowed. The line of his jaw had only the barest beginnings of stubble. Soft skin, rough stubble, Mack was dying to run his fingertips over it, his lips, his tongue.
Mack gritted his teeth. He had to get a grip and stop looking at Enzo and noticing every little thing about him. He didn't want to freak him out. Enzo was a nice boy. He might not appreciate Mack's overheated attention.
But instead of helping him out by staying away, Enzo reached in front of him to grab a different knife. He looked at the knife critically then looked at Mack like he wanted to ask him something. Nothing came out. He just stared at Mack.
Being so close to him, Mack felt like he was losing himself. He should have never let him get so close. He was so off balance, like he might tip over and fall into Enzo and drown in his eyes.
Mack stared at him for one heartbeat then another, too long, too damn long. Now he was falling just like he was afraid he would. His hands reached blindly, clumsily. They got caught in Enzo's clothes. One hand found its way up his back to the back of Enzo's neck. Rubbing unconsciously, Mack drew a small moan from his mouth. Going higher, his hand was in Enzo's hair. Feeling it soft under his hand, Mack watched his eyes flutter closed.