I followed Tobie into his apartment and placed my laptop and messenger bag in a corner of the living room, near the couch.
“Hey, baby,” a familiar voice said. I turned around to watch as Malcolm Jones laid a seriously hot kiss on Tobie, who melted in his arms. The kiss lasted for about six seconds. Yes, I was counting.
“Hey yourself, amorcito,” Tobie said, slightly breathless.
Mal stepped away, brushing his thumb against Tobie’s swollen lips, and turned to greet me with a smile and handshake.
“Seriously?” I said, absolutely delighted. “No wonder Tobie’s hair looked a little mussed earlier. I was too freaked out to give it much thought. Congrats, guys!” I was so happy for them.
“Thank you, John,” Mal said with a smile. “You’re the first person at work we’ve told. It’s been six months s
