Darryl parked the car in his garage and went out while Keith looked at him, walked toward his way, and opened the door. Keith felt warm inside because Darryl was such a gentleman even then.
"Thank you, but you don't have to do this. You know I'm not a woman," Keith said and chuckled but stopped when he saw Darryl's face contorted in annoyance with his eyebrows raised.
"What's got to do with that, babe? You're my lover, and I'm allowed to do this. Gender has nothing to do with it," Darryl replied, making Keith bite his bottom lip.
"Come on! You're being too serious, babe. Let's go inside," he said to change the topic and drag Darryl inside the house.
"Now, sit down, grumpy head," Keith said and touched Darryl's forehead with his fingers and straightened its wrinkled skin. "Let's drink
