“Your parents not so much, though,” Hayden said when they’d broken their kiss, panting and breathing hard in each other’s arms.
Neal laughed lightly. “Take a number. I loved my grandmother and cherished every moment with her. My parents were always too interested in traveling and their business to take much notice of my brother and me. However, I really don’t want to talk about them right now.” He was peeling Hayden’s shirt off, and after that was accomplished, he undid the button of Hayden’s pants and tugged the zipper down.
“The food.” Hayden pointed at the tray.
Neal let go of him and held up one finger. “Don’t move.”