Drew had parked in front of Mark’s house in Glendale. He’d brought an overnight bag but decided to leave it in the trunk. No point in showing his eagerness too much. He’d likewise packed in his bag condoms and lube. Just in case Mr. Workaholic didn’t have any of the necessary supplies.
He poked the lighted button for the doorbell and waited. Belatedly, he’d wondered if he should have brought a bottle of wine or something. Drew rolled his eyes at his own ineptness.
The door opened and Mark stood there looking devastatingly handsome in a pair of dark blue denim jeans and a crisp, milk-white buttoned-down shirt opened at the throat to reveal dusty brown skin Drew suddenly had an urge to rain kisses all over.
He refrained and smiled. “Hey.”
“Hey yourself.” Mark pulled him into his arms and
