With the taste of Scott lingering on his lips, Jamie had to control himself so as not to run into his building. He nodded at the concierge behind the desk, and hurried to the elevator, tapping at the call button repeatedly as if it would hurry the machinery.
Up in his apartment, Jamie grabbed a backpack. He stuffed in cut-offs, a T-shirt, clean underwear and sandals. Dashing into his bathroom, he pulled out a shaving bag that he always had ready for impromptu getaways and tossed that into the backpack, too.
Finally, he went into his bedroom and opened the bedside table drawer. In it sat a new bottle of lube and unopened packet of condoms. Jamie’s hand shook as he picked them up and laid them on the bed.
A minute later, he’d changed into sneakers, and a casual shirt, not bothering to cha
