Page 102 of Butterfly
I turn to him and pull him into my arms, holding him here as my heart swells. He rests his head on my chest and sighs a happy yet relieved sound, and I think I’m going to be okay.
Whatever happens in a few weeks time will be okay, because he’s here. I can face it all with him by my side, because that’s where he will be.
“I’m keeping you,” I whisper. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” he replies back.
I hold him for a few more moments as my stomach grumbles unhappily and my thoughts turn to the pancakes on the kitchen counter.
“Hungry?” Shiloh laughs, pulling away from my embrace.
“Definitely,” I reply, rubbing my rumbling stomach. “Grab the painting, it’s going in our living room. Let’s go eat.”
“It has to dry for a few weeks before it can go up, Donovan.”
“Fine,” I comment, somewhat ashamed I didn’t consider that first before blurting out my demands. “But then it’s going in the living room. The food part is definitely gonna happen now, though. You coming?”
Shiloh bites his lower lip before tilting his head and smiling at me. Slowly, he opens the blanket to reveal that he’s completely naked underneath. He raises an eyebrow as he drops the fabric to the floor at his feet and reaches down to wrap his hand around his hardening cock. “Do you want to eat breakfast, or do you want to eat this?”
As if that’s even a real choice. I reach for him, but he sidesteps me and bolts for the studio door. His footsteps head toward our bedroom, and I follow behind, stripping off clothing as I go, because if there is one thing I crave more than food, it’s Shiloh Ryley Lake.
