“You’re sure?” Howie asked as Matthew slipped Howie’s tank top off over his head.
Aloud, Matthew said, “Yes, I’m sure,” while in his head he wasn’t at all sure that allowing his testosterone to make decisions was wise.
By mutual agreement the two men had decided to skip coffee and head straight for Howie’s place. The workout had been so sexually charged both seemed to know that unless they got somewhere where they could express their arousal, they’d be arrested for lewd and indecent public behavior. Now in Howie’s living room they were free to let their desires be expressed.
Matthew appreciated Howie was standing by his word—that he’d let Matthew determine what would happen between them and when. At the same time, it would be easier on Matthew’s conscience if Howie was the one initiatin
