Carson gently closed the back door behind him and strained his ears, trying to catch any hint of Edwin’s location. Even after his eyes adjusted to the dark, he had a hard time making out the geography of the room. “Edwin?”
No response. Carson couldn’t really be surprised by that, though. It was already nearly one. Edwin had probably had a long day, and he no doubt needed to be awake in only five or six hours. He should go home, but all day long, he had thought about Edwin. The low timbre of Edwin’s voice, and the color of his eyes, and the way he laughed, and the way his mouth felt as it moved down Carson’s body. Not that he expected the two of them to have s*x. He just couldn’t stomach the thought of waiting until the end of the week to see Edwin.
He moved through the spotless kitchen—w
