"Well," Carlos said. "Since I've never seen Love Actually, I guess we can go with the movie." Rather than the sex, he meant. But then, he hadn't been lying earlier when he'd said dessert was the best part of a holiday dinner.

He smiled, though, as he stepped back, getting two bowls out his cupboard and carrying them to his coffee table before he shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it over the arm. "Of course, I can't promise we aren't going makeup on the couch like we're sixteen." He had done a lot of that, then.