This felt like a very surreal moment for Kellen.
It was so domestic that it felt like a contradiction to everything that was going on. Kellen didn't hate it. He liked that he was in his home clothes, in their apartment together as Kellen made lunch. Rhys wasn't sitting at the island, but instead standing behind him, his arms wrapped around his waist. They rested on his stomach, Rhys' chin on his shoulder as he moved around the kitchen with Kellen, not against.
It felt more like a dance than anything else.
Rhys' soft breath against Kellen's neck as he went about cooking made everything feel like a dream. Like he hadn't had his whole life flipped on its head and now he had to go fix it all.
Kellen forced his thoughts away from what was going to happen after tonight. He instead turned his attention to the man behind him and how warm his hands on his stomach felt. It was strange, but also welcome to have Rhys like this. He liked it.
