Jared wasn’t home when Charlie arrived at their shared apartment.
Their agreement was whoever came home first was in charge of getting the evening meal ready; most of the time it was Charlie. He figured Jared arranged it that way by dallying around on his way home. This time he was glad Jared did, as having to make dinner again gave him the motivation to stick to his guns and not back down when he reminded his boyfriend that the reservations had already been made for Stallions and Studs, and that was that.
Charlie heard the door to the apartment open and then close. He took a deep breath and braced himself.
After five minutes had passed and Jared hadn’t come into the kitchen, he turned the soup he was simmering on low and went to see where his boyfriend was.
He’s probably sitting s
