“Thanks,” Danny said, digging in as Cho came around to sit beside him. There was still a bit of dampness on the other man’s brow and color in his cheeks from his run. The scent of sweat about him was subtle, almost intoxicating.
They chatted as they ate, and all the while Danny waited for Cho to ask—why had he come over last night? Why had he waited so long even after Cho didn’t show up? But Cho never broached the subject. He teased Danny and flirted and gave him that alluring side-eyed glance down his body as if contemplating all the ways he could make Danny squirm, but he didn’t pry. Danny found himself leaning into Cho, closer and closer as they ate.
Cho still warned Danny to take it easy with zapping into his apartment and dropping by unannounced. “I don’t tend to bring illegal activities into my home, but if you ever walk in on something incriminating…”