Chapter 8Full of dinner, Beto follows Aiden into his apartment and wants to make a beeline for the couch, pausing only to kick his shoes off first. Aiden is right behind him though hovers before he sits, taking Beto’s hand when he offers it.
“I think I’ll change first. All that steak and these jeans won’t be the most comfortable combination.”
“And your leg,” Beto adds, patting his thigh.
Aiden bends to kiss him. “That too. You could change too if you wanted?”
“I didn’t bring much to change into.” He has a change of clothes for tomorrow and a pair of pajamas packed, even if when at home he only sleeps in his boxers. Maybe a T-shirt too if he’s cold. He had to dig around the back of his closet to even find the pajamas still with a price tag attached, bought on a whim not long after he’d
