Status Updates From The Christmas Lights Battle...

After some deliberation, Leo put on tan slacks and a pink, collared shirt. Pink was as close as Leo had to red, and real men weren’t afraid of pink.

So the titular 'Christmas lights battle' has disappeared into the background in a flurry of fucking. What is wrong with these people?

They kissed the way a person might learn a new language, might love a strange syllable, a rich sound.

“Hello,” he said to a shocked Devin. Not to use one of Charlie’s favorite images, but Julian knew the sight of Leo holding a hammer was a bit like suddenly seeing a live version of Thor.

Either it was sexual chemistry, so powerful it was like nothing Julian had ever experienced, or he might be having a stroke.
He imagined the odds to be fifty-fifty on the stroke.

“Stop it. You are not attracted to him.” Julian lectured himself sternly. “You aren’t dating until the kids are in college and even then, it will be a sensible man with low expectations and no pets.”

His neighbor crouched low to try and coax the dog to him, his words soft and indistinct, all while giving Julian a nice view of his back and ass. Julian swore the man’s ass was wriggling in time with the dog’s.