A Little Bite of Magic (Little Magic) by M.J. O'Shea Page A

to see someone smile who’d been down when they first walked in the door. He could see why Frankie had started doing it. By the time the restaurant closed after dinner, he was exhausted and grinning and ready to pass out and take on the world at the same time.
    “You still up for the bar? That was a long afternoon for you.”
    Addison nodded. “My feet are killing me, but I could use a glass of wine. Plus, I like it when you’re tipsy.” He flashed a grin at Frankie.
    “Yeah, I’m easy when I’ve had a few.” Frankie chuckled and gave Addison a long, lingering kiss that was both sleepy and totally hot at the same time.
    “I might be too. You never know.” Addison couldn’t believe he’d just said that. He hadn’t thought about bottoming in years, but the thought of it made his skin heat up all of a sudden.
    “Really?” Frankie’s face broke into a big grin.
    “Yeah. I think so.”
    Addison was surprised with another long, deep kiss. “Damn, you’re hot.” Frankie panted when they’d finally come up for air.
    “C’mon, babe. Let’s go get some wine with Dom.”
    Frankie smiled and held out his hand.
    * * * *
    Frankie smiled at Dom and his new date, Terry. Showered and dressed, they'd made it to the wine bar in time to be seated in one of the cozy corner booths. Addison had his arm around him, and they were cuddled close on the bench. He kept getting teasing looks from Dom (who even stuck his finger in his mouth and gagged once when Addison kissed him on the nose). He didn’t mind being corny. It was weird because usually he’d push someone away if they tried to be so touchy in public. Must just be love, he thought. He’d realized sometime in the past week that he’d never really been in love before. That “can’t stand not to be touching him” feeling was something completely new.
    He was on his second glass of wine and feeling pretty good. He knew if he had another, he’d be well on his way to the point where he would tell people his family secrets and profess his love for Addison in sonnet form in front of the whole bar. Probably best to tell Addison in private first. No more wine for him.
    “Hey, you want to go home?” Addison’s whisper was paired with a not so private nibble on his ear. Frankie shivered hard.
    “Yeah. I want you inside of me. Right now.” Frankie didn’t realize how loud he said that until Dom and his date gawked at him.
    Addison laughed and gathered Frankie close, grabbing his jacket at the same time. “I think I should get this one home.”
    Dom snickered. “Yes, you should. Apparently he needs to go to bed.”
    Frankie tried to glare at Dom as they slipped out of the booth. He wasn’t sure if he was successful. Probably not, because he ended up almost tripping. But Addison managed to get him into his jacket, and by the time Frankie had his hand in the back pocket of Addison’s jeans, walking down the street, he felt tons better. He had a pleasant burn in his belly, and he was walking home with his man. Things were pretty damn nice.
    “Love you, Addie,” he murmured into the arm of Addison’s jacket.
    Addison stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and turned to face him. “Say that again.”
    Frankie’s already warm skin got even hotter. “I said I love you, didn't I?” He moaned and covered his face with his hands. “Oh, Jesus. This is so not how I planned this moment. Shit, I’m a jerk.”
    “Hey.” Addison’s warm hands came up to cup his face. “Stop it. I love you too, and this moment is perfect.”
    “Yeah?” Frankie swayed but soon righted himself.
    “Of course. The last month and a half has changed my life. You’ve changed my life.”
    “Was it so bad before?”
    Addison shrugged. “Boring. I did what my mother said to do pretty much all the time. I was never what you’d call happy. Not like now.”
    “When do I get to meet this mother of yours? You met mine.”
    Addison groaned and hugged Frankie close. “Can we please not talk