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hoping against it. More money meant Andrew was going to push moving once again.
    Andrew was beaming. “I decided to cook for us. To celebrate.”
    Some celebration. I’d rather eat the fries. Feeling powerless over Andrew’s ambition, Jeremy eyed the fries he had dropped on the floor and grabbed one, dragging it through the garlic sauce and popping it into his mouth.

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    Andrew stared at him, shaking his head. “Let’s forget you spilled those on the floor and just ate one; I have no idea how you keep them from showing up anywhere on your perfect body.”
    Jeremy shrugged and tried to place a demure and innocent an expression on his face. “I guess I’ve got good genes.”
    Andrew crossed the kitchen in two steps. “I’ll tell you what’s getting into your jeans after dinner.” He leaned in and traced the tip of his tongue along the line of Jeremy’s neck, which normally made him go weak in the knees.
    Jeremy tensed under Andrew’s touch. He was still waiting to see where all of this was going. “That’s not what I meant,” He murmured. He understood Andrew was playing on his words, and couldn’t remember the last time Andrew had taken the time to do something as spontaneous and romantic as cooking for him, flowers and candles and all. Still, now that he knew about the promotion, he couldn’t get past the fact that there was more to this candlelit dinner than simple romanticism. “Let me get out of your way so you can cook. I need to take a shower.”
    Andrew stood in the middle of the kitchen, staring at Jeremy for a moment, his brow furrowed as if he were contemplating something, but then his face smoothed and he kissed Jeremy on the cheek. “Okay, dinner will be ready soon. I bought some cheese and crackers and we can crack open a bottle of red if you want.” He turned back to the pile of groceries on the counter and began his preparations.
    Jeremy scooted out of the kitchen and into the bedroom to take off his clothes.
    Under the cascade of hot water, he sighed contentedly at Andrew’s romantic mood.
    Why do I seem to expect the worst from him lately? He’s excited and wants to share this with you. This doesn’t mean he’s going to push a move, or worse, bring up my job again. He finished his shower, got dressed, and joined Andrew in the kitchen. Andrew was busy frying up shrimp, a heavy smell of garlic in the air. Next to the fry pan was a pot with a thick creamy sauce simmering and pasta was boiling away. “Looks like you’re preparing a fancy dinner.”
    Andrew turned and flashed his bright smile at Jeremy. “We have a lot to celebrate.”
    He picked up the glass of wine he had poured for Jeremy and handed it to him. “Here’s to us and to great things in our future.”
    Jeremy clinked his glass with Andrew’s, taking a sip as he appraised his boyfriend.
    The man had a head of sandy blond, clean cut hair. He was bulky, but not in a body builder sort of way. Still, his large shoulders, bulging pecs, and thick arms always made him feel safe and protected whenever they wrapped around his own narrow frame.
    Defined cords of lateral muscle tapered sharply into a trim waist, and sloped back out invitingly into his pants which revealed an ass with just the right amount of bubble.
    Jeremy’s dark hair, amber eyes, flawless bronze skin, and narrow frame, thin and defined, was completely opposite from Andrew’s bulk. He brought the glass to his lips, taking a sip, and continued his inspection. Andrew’s hair was a bit tousled. Something jarred in Jeremy’s mind, a memory, and then it hit him. Andrew looked a lot like Craig.

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    The shock of the realization hit him hard. It wasn’t like him to miss details like that, especially when they involved Craig. If Andrew had been just a little slimmer, a tad less beefy, he could easily be Craig’s older brother. The thought sent a shiver through him. I didn’t pick him