Michael groaned and pulled me against him, into his arms, returning my kiss.
When he came up for air, his eyes sparkled. “Stop that. It’s Thanksgiving and we’re in the front yard of your parents’ home.”
I laughed, feeling myself turn red. “I know. The neighbors will probably be talking about this scandal for weeks.”
“Scandal?”
I shrugged. “You know. Two men kissing.”
“Mm.” He kissed me again, but just a short one. “Your family is watching us, too.”
I stilled. “What?”
Michael laughed. “They all have their faces plastered to the front windows. Um. I see six. Four adults and two children.”
“Oh, crap.” I buried my flaming hot face in his shoulder. “Sorry.”
“It’s cute.”
“Sure. It’s not yourcrazy family.” I pulled back and looked toward the house. Yep, they were all there. “I guess it’s time to subject you to them. At least the food’s good.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“The food?”