Clark stood at the fridge with a bottle of Gatorade in his hand. He’d woken up parched and wandered into the kitchen for a drink. Daniel had slept through Clark’s shower, shave, and cleanup of the apartment, which made Clark happy for all sorts of reasons.
Not wanting to disturb Daniel, Clark left a note on the kitchen counter. He went down the street to a cafe that served the best omelets in the city, and returned with a feast that he set out on the counter. Clark let the refrigerator door shut, grinning when he saw Daniel emerge from the bedroom.
“Morning, sunshine,” Clark said, eying the way the pants clung to Daniel’s hips.
Daniel c****d a still-bleary eye at the sunlight blazing through the loft’s windows. “Uhm…it is morning. Wow. That’s an amazing spread.” He admired the array and
