We were drenched after running three blocks from the restaurant back to my apartment.
“We’d better batten down the hatches,” I said, unlocking the front door and gesturing Dave in before me. “Looks like a wild storm brewing.”
I offered Dave a shower and a fresh pair of dry clothes. “I’ll put the kettle on for tea.”
“I’d prefer something stronger, maybe coffee?” he said, peeling off his skintight T-shirt and unbuttoning his pants in the foyer. The outline of his body was lithe and muscular, slipping in and out of the shadows, balancing on one leg then the other as he undressed.
Sidetracked and aroused at the sight of Dave’s ripped physique, I stuttered, “I, um, eh, yeah. Sure. Coming right up.” Turning my back to him, heading to the kitchenette, I felt impetuous, like a schoolboy glimps
