Brian lit the last candle, looked around and smiled. Everything was perfect.
It was negative 1 degree outside, but thanks to the heat pump in the living room, inside it was a balmy
Brian laid out the food, bacon and egg pie and chocolate sauce onto the picnic blanket that looked strangely out of place in the living room.
"Adam," he called, "Dinner is served."
Adam came through and smiled. His lover was sitting on a picnic blanket bathed in candlelight naked as the day he was born.
"Dessert first," Brian said holding up the chocolate sauce. "Pie later."