Before long Jim pushes away from the closet, apologizing. “If we stand here like this all night, my back’ll be killing me tomorrow. How about that tour I promised you?”
Alan doesn’t let him get far, taking Jim’s hand as he passes. “Hold up, where do you think you’re going?”
“Didn’t you say you wanted to see my bed?” Jim teases with a tug on Alan’s hand.
He has to admit he likes the way that sounds.
Stepping into the living room, Jim gestures around them as if he’s a real estate agent showing Alan a prime piece of property. “Living room, obviously.”
Alan snickers.
With a smirk, Jim continues. “Dining room. Balcony, as you pointed out earlier. Great view but bad stench.”
He stops in front of the French doors and looks outside. Coming up beside him, Alan eases an arm around his shoulde
