Unfortunately, the Chevy needed to be aired out. The interior was an oven. So the doors were popped open and the windows rolled down.
“Great.” Will hopped up onto the trunk lid and curled his index finger at Chris, beckoning. Grinning, Chris stepped into the space between Will’s knees and gave them a firm pat, but Will wasn’t done. “I really don’t want to have this conversation here.”
Chris frowned. “Why not?”
Will threaded his fingers through Chris dark hair and smiled sheepishly. “Don’t want someone to overhear us planning our future together. That’s for us alone.”
Smiling, Chris planted his face into Will’s stomach and drifted. The man smelled of car grease and nachos and sweat and a lingering trace of the body spray he used. Chris rubbed his cheek on Will’s shirt, not giving a damn
