Home Early

By Erick S.

“Oh. Peter,” said Jordan, “You’re home early.”

“My boss let us out early today,” I leaned against the counter and smiled with Peter’s handsome face, “I’ve got dinner started.”

I stepped over to Jordan and placed my arms around him before he could even take his jacket off. I had forgotten that he would be shorter than me now. It felt wonderful. I gave him a kiss. It was the first time I’d kissed another guy with a beard. I chuckled a bit to myself.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, “You’re acting strange.”

“I’m fine, babe,” I assured him, “I’m just glad you’re home. Go get ready for dinner. Want me to pour you a glass of champagne?”

“Champagne?” he said with a raised eyebrow, “Are we celebrating?”

“I just felt like bubbles tonight,” I said, brushing his beard with my hand, “God, you are so hot.”

I gave him another kiss and left him to get ready for dinner. Maybe I was being a little over the top, but finally being in Peter’s body, finally having Jordan as my partner, I could barely contain myself. As he left for the bedroom, I caught a reflection of my new face in the kitchen window. So handsome. No wonder Jordan was in love with him.

“In love with me,” I corrected myself.

“What did you say?” he called from the bedroom.

“Nothing, babe,” I said, giving my reflection another quick look and grin,  “Hurry up and get ready. Dinner’s almost ready.”