Middle-aged Marshall Vincent is less than thrilled when his wife tells him she wants to take a bus tour of Europe. Once on the tour, Marshall, a great candy lover, is thrilled to find what is quite possibly the best chocolate shop in the world in a quaint Swiss village. When Marshall takes a peek into the shop's back room, he goes from innocent tourist to accidental voyeur. What he sees reminds him of an uncomfortable incident from his past, something he's spent the last three decades trying to forget.
This title contains graphic language and m/m sex.
Marshall wondered whether he should leave, but he wanted the chocolates, badly. The longer he stood there, the more he let himself absorb the smell and remember his brief taste, the more he wanted them. Hesitantly, with a backwards glance, he went around the end of the counter and gently pushed open the swinging door.
It was a back room like any other: piles of cardboard boxes stood against each wall, and there was a big metal safe in one corner. The shelves and counter tops were stacked with bowls, metal molds and other tools of the trade, and there was a pegboard behind one counter hung with ladles and spoons. In the middle of it all stood the young man who'd given Marshall the intoxicating sample.
He wasn't alone. A second man, slightly older and slightly taller, had joined him. He was wearing a leather jacket and worn jeans, and there was a blurry blue tattoo on the side of his neck. The most remarkable thing about the scene, however, was the fact that he had pushed the shop employee up against one of the counters and was kissing him forcefully.