Gareth asked from behind Jules’s shoulder.Jules was standing in front of the sink in Gareth’s bathroom, messing with his hair. He’d used a little wax to shape it after drying, and it was almost perfect. He caught Gareth’s eye in the mirror and smiled. “Sure.”“But no groping me at the traffic lights this time. I nearly rear-ended that taxi last time I dropped you off.” Gareth frowned, but a contradictory smile tugged at his lips.“But you look so hot in your work clothes.”“They’re just my regular clothes, only dirtier and scruffier.”“Exactly.” Jules turned and leaned against the sink. He reached out and hooked his fingers in Gareth’s belt loops and tugged him close. Leaning up to brush his lips over Gareth’s, he whispered, “You look good dirty.” Then he kissed him properly.Gareth cupped Jules’s face with his work-calloused hands and then groaned as Jules dropped to his knees and started fumbling with Gareth’s belt. “We’ll both be late.”“Better late than driving into the back of a bus because I can’t keep my hands off you,”
