All this, Flynn thought, made an amazing contrast to his own darker coloring. He could just about picture them together. Naked.
Now stop it!Flynn mentally warned himself. You have no reason to think there’s any potential with this guy, because you don’t even know if he goes to your church. He’s manly as hell. He’s yet to mention Gaga, Garland, Streisand, or Cher.Flynn didn’t think he’d ever heard Mac use the word fabulous. Mac’s clothes were straight-boy boring yet oh so flattering in the way they revealed just enough skin to be tantalizing.
He looked over at Mac, glad he wasn’t trying to force conversation. Glad he couldn’t read minds. But Flynn wanted to know him better. Who knew? Maybe Mac would let slip a “fabulous” or a reference to Project Runwayand Flynn would have good cause to hope.
He laughed at himself internally for his lack of political correctness.
They’d made their way about a quarter around the lake when Flynn asked, “So how long have you lived in Seattle?”