As Mark parked in his space behind the apartment building, he girded his loins for what he knew would happen next. He hoped, no prayed, that Todd wasn’t waiting in the apartment. At least give me a few minutes to relax and start supper before you show up. Relaxing wouldn’t happen. He was too keyed up, wondering if he could put an end to his affair with Todd. Or do as always, when he appears, greet him with open arms and a kiss.
His luck held, for the moment at least. Todd wasn’t waiting in the apartment. Mark went to change into an old pair of jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt. Going into the kitchen, he tried to decide what, if anything, he’d fix for supper. Maybe not having something ready would be the best idea. Like I’m not in the mood to cook for him.
He didn’t get a chance to decide
