Chapter 26

In the public gym David had joined in Georgia, the shower stalls had been comprised of a two by four strip of changing space and a shower roughly the same size, all of it closed off from the rest of the locker room with a thick, opaque, curtain.

In his new apartment’s private, residents-only gym, the shower stalls had a door.

A nice, solid door.

He would have been lying if he said he hadn’t fantasized about just this possibility all morning.

He pulled Oliver inside the furthest stall and locked the door.

He dropped the bag, and his armload of towels on the bench, freeing his hands to cradle Oliver’s face and kiss him, the way he’d been craving since the night before.

Oliver’s protest, what there was of one, fell away, replaced by a soft moan, that made David ache.

He dragged his mouth away, reaching into the shower stall to turn on the water, and the noise drowned out Oliver’s whimpers when David returned to the kiss, this time slipping a hand down the front of his sweats.