Michael was about to get into his truck when he heard Angel calling after him.
“Hey, wait up,” Angel called out. He’d changed into his usual shorts and tank and, out of habit, Michael averted his eyes.
“You don’t have to look away, Mikey,” Angel said as he approached Michael and pressed himself against the door of the truck. “I get it, especially after last night. I thought about you all night.” He looked away and Michael found his unusual sweetness a total turn-on.
“We’re at work, Angel,” Michael whispered, looking over Angel’s shoulder, where a couple of officers were talking by the station doors.
“You think about me?” Angel asked, ignoring Michael’s warning and pushing harder against the truck door between them.
“Angel,” Michael started to say, but stopped when he began to smile. He just nodded and looked down at his shoes.