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Today we have a snippet from Shadow and Light, Arizona Raptors #3, written with RJ Scott.
Our word prompt this week is “Gray” and in this excerpt Henry, Apollo, and Apollo’s aunt Maria are setting up for a party.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
“Why are we having chili?” Tia Marie asked, lifting the lid on one of twenty or so crockpots before dipping a chunk of bread stolen from a gray glass platter for fondues into the spicy, bean-heavy dish. “I thought this was a fondue party.”
“It is, but Henry likes chili and cottage cheese,” I threw out as I dropped cubed pimento cheese into one of the pots bubbling away on the veranda.
“Is there anything that lad doesn’t like cottage cheese on or with?” She popped her bite into her mouth, made a yummy sound, and then dashed around the big table to grab a bottle of water from a tub filled with water, soda, and non-alcoholic beer. “Santo Dios,” she huffed while fanning her face. “That’s amazing. I can’t feel my tongue.”
“So it doesn’t need more jalapeno then?” I asked as Henry ambled out of the mansion, his gaze flitting over the pots and balloons, all in the Raptors gold and brown and red color scheme. “How was your nap?”
“Good. Is that your chili?” He smiled at my aunt who was now dabbing her tongue with an ice cube. “Looks like its four alarm just the way we like it.”
We. The way we liked it. I bit down on a reply that would have been sappy I was sure. I liked the way we sounded coming from him, though, good intentions be damned. I wanted to be part of a we again. Being the second half of a we was my happy place. I missed having someone to fuss over as only a lover can fuss. My arms ached to hold a man, my hands yearned to touch, and my heart pined to be loved.
Copyright 2020 ©by V.L. Locey
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Aww, I can’t wait for them to be a “we”!!
Four alarm chili wow!! Hot!
I love the combination of humor mixed with a poignant moment here. And the description of the chili has me wanting some! I love the way you let us into Apollo’s heart to feel what he feels. Yes, being half of a “we” is a gift. This is a wonderful story.
Four alarm chili? Not for me, but I loved the image with the ice cube. Great scene. Looking forwards to more.
Great snippet! I LOVE this line: Being the second half of a we was my happy place.
Haha, more jalapeno! Great scene!