“I had to get my fingers all up in everything,” Jet admitted, looking a little sheepish. “But I promise I washed them before I came out of the bathroom.” Taylor rolled his eyes and set the cups down before he settled next to the other man. “Considering where I’m willing to let you put your fingers, I don’t care if they touch my food.” Jet froze, a faint dusting of pink rising on his cheeks. For a second, Taylor wondered if he was going to laugh, then the man leaned in and nosed at his ear.
