Chapter 8It was just after 6:30 in the morning, David filling his thermos, when Oliver walked into the kitchen. He was showered and dressed in dark jeans, and a gunmetal gray sweater over a white button-up, and a tweed jacket.
David stopped pouring. He’d never seen Oliver so dressed up.
“You look nice.” He looked hot. Like a student-teacher that all the high school girls and gay boys would make eyes at.
“Really?” Oliver spun around, twisting as if he was trying to see his ass. David could have told him his ass looked good too. “You think? It’s Ryan’s jacket.”
“Absolutely.” When Oliver didn’t volunteer his morning’s plans, David broke down and asked. “Where’re you going?”
“With Mia.” David could tell he was looking forward to whatever it was. “She’s dragging me to look at wedding halls
