Caleb’s doorbell rang just as he finished loading the dishwasher. He wiped his hands on the kitchen towel and scanned the apartment. Everything looked good. Not perfect, but certainly not the slovenly mess it had been earlier in the morning.
He pulled open the door and his heart thudded. Lucas was just as gorgeous as he remembered. Part of Caleb had thought he’d imagined the silky brown eyes from yesterday, but here they were, peering up at him now. He shivered at the tingles running down his spine.
Lucas raised an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”
Caleb pulled himself together and nodded, unsure if speaking was a possibility yet. He cleared his throat and invited Lucas inside.
Lucas glanced around and smiled. “It’s nice. I was kind of picturing beer cans and empty pizza boxes,” he admitted she
