The door to Kent’s office is wide open when Daniel and I arrive, so we step in, still holding hands. Daniel pushes it closed behind us and I spend a little longer than necessary looking at the dark wood of the closed door, remembering what had happened there only a few hours ago.
When I turn to look at Kent, I anxiously take a step closer to Daniel’s side. Is Kent seriously going to tell Daniel what happened last night? I hope, fervently, that he won’t. Daniel would feel so betrayed, and I can’t hurt him like that.
But Kent gives nothing away, standing there behind his desk, his arms characteristically crossed over the hard muscles of his chest. My eyes flit over his body and I despite myself I can’t help remembering the hard contours of his form pressed against mine – the feel of hi
