“Taste this,” Spencer says, holding out a small spoon towards Brendon, who is sitting out the kitchen island.
“Mmm,” Brendon says. “Not quite perfect.”
Spencer frowns, and dips the spoon back into the sauce for a taste of his own. “Tastes damn close to perfect to me,” he says after letting the flavors play on his tongue.
Brendon jumps down from the island, closes the gap between them with two steps, and kisses Spencer.
“Yes, the sauce is damn close, but you, you taste perfect. It can't compete with that,” Brendon says with a smile.