First night of Múspellstrú Yule dinner and dessert. Dinner was mustard glazed pork chops with a pan gravy and herb roasted potatoes accompanied by a traditional mead. Dessert is a slice of Möndlukaka, an Icelandic almond cake with milk.
Daryl stared at the bucket of flowers in front of him and
all he could do was scowl. He wasn’t supposed to be doing this. He had had
absolutely no plans on doing this. When they had gone through this day last
year, they had just been sleeping together and sneaking around and he had been
so busy telling himself that there was nothing else between them, he had done
everything he could to ignore the basic instincts inside of himself and pretend
that there were no signs between them to read.
She had come over on the fourteenth and she had gone to some
grocery store with her friend from college, Sasha, that he had never heard of
before. Whole Foods or something like that in Atlanta and she had then come to
his house and made them a dinner of pan-seared pork chops and roasted Brussels
sprouts. He had asked her what the occasion was but she had just smiled and
shrugged and said that she was in a cooking mood. And after they had washed the
dishes together, he had guided her into the bedroom and they had had sex a couple
of times. That was what he told himself it was. Sex. Just sex. And he had
gotten pretty damn good at making it good for her. At least, he liked to think
he did. He could sure as hell make her scream and he was taking that as a
pretty good indicator.