Chapter 6“I didn’t mean for you to drive to the harbor,” Darrell protested the next morning. He sat in the passenger seat of Travis’s sedan watching the man take a bite of his Egg McMuffin. They’d just stopped at McDonald’s after first stopping at Travis’s house in Glendale for an overnight bag.
Without even having to broach the subject, he’d quickly noted Travis had packed the bag with condoms and lube, too. Which, Darrell admitted, put him in a very good mood.
“I don’t mind,” Travis assured him. He smiled briefly and returned his gaze to the freeway.
After their little hallway romp, he’d let Travis go to sleep in the spare room, unsure if he should simply ask the man to share his bed for the night. To sleep only, of course. With his past casual relationships the subject of staying ove
