Chapter 12“So this is my office,” Rory said as he slid his key in the door.
Three days had passed since their meeting at the bar on-campus where their second—or was it another number now?—date had been scheduled. Rory had a hard time seeing this excursion as a date, since there was no actual movie or dinner, but maybe that was for the best for them. Taggart worked in the food service, so it might be hard for him to relax enough. That had been the story he was telling himself, and since he soon felt Taggart press a hand into his waist as he opened the door, he figured it was a good story. Taggart couldn’t exactly do this at work, secret quick kisses aside. Rory lingered a bit too long on the door handle, just hoping for more friction between them that they had not had in what felt like som
