Pushing aside the mess on the countertop, Bill clears a spot to sit. He’s been on his feet all day, and the moment his weight rests on the counter, his feet tingle with relief. With a tug on Jamal’s jacket to keep them together, Bill unzips the bulky coat and eases his arms inside, around Jamal’s waist, clasping his hands behind Jamal’s back. Resting his head on Jamal’s chest, Bill hugs him tight. “Jesus, it’s good to see you again.”
Jamal’s hands play through Bill’s short chestnut hair. “You knew I was coming.”
“Not yet, I hope,” Bill teases, dropping his hands to squeeze Jamal’s ass. He arches his head back and sets his chin in the center of the Adidas logo on the sweatshirt Jamal wears. “Kiss me again.”
Jamal obliges, cupping Bill’s face with his large hands. He smells wonderful, a h
