“Oh.” The man outright blushed. Tall, strong enough to bench-press mountains, andprecious. Evan’s entire body yearned that direction. Something about that self-deprecating smile. That paradox: bashful and towering, confident but adorable. Inviting exploration. Discoveries. Taste-tests, maybe. “Guess I should apologize again. We haven’t technically met. I talked to someone on the phone, two days ago…about the cupcakes…they sort of accidentally got delivered to my apartment instead of the one on the next floor up…”
“Oh,” Evan said, “that was you!” and then winced. “Sorry about that—my second assistant’s new and he was in a hurry. He came back and said he was really confused that nobody seemed to be home, but he left them anyway.” Which of course his visitor knew. Having picked them up. Obviously. Dammit.