“Do you want me to pick you up after work?” Trey asked when they were parked in front of the bar.
“I’d say yes, if you didn’t have to work tomorrow,” Marty replied.
“I can take a nap when I get home.”
Marty smiled. “You’d do that for me, wouldn’t you?”
“Of course.” Trey paused, gazing at him. “You’re that important to me. I hope you know it.”
“I do. You mean the world to me, too.” Marty leaned in and this time Trey knew he was going to kiss him. He was right. Cupping Trey’s face with his hands, Marty planted a lingering kiss on his lips.
Trey sighed happily as he returned it, spearing his fingers into Marty’s hair to keep him there. When, inevitably, they broke apart to catch their breaths, he said, “Who knew, just a week ago, that I would find a man who would show me it was possible
