David looked up and had to make a conscious effort to close his mouth. “Uh, no. Go ahead.” Shifting his feet, David shoved his backpack further beneath his seat and pulled his elbows in to make room. “Thanks.” Little ripples of pleasure fluttered down David’s back upon hearing the smooth baritone, and maybe the cutest guy he’d ever seen sat down, tucking a well-worn duffel between his feet. “No problem.” Trying not to be obvious, David cast a quick glance beneath his lashes at the long legs and muscular thighs settling in next to him. Late August in Southern California meant that daytime temperatures were in the eighties and nineties, and shorts were still the order of the day for most people. The legs now stretched out beside him were lean and tanned, with a light dusting of reddish-blond hair. David tried not to gawk. He’d admired the view from behind earlier in the train station, casting admiring glances and doing his best to be discreet, even going so far as to offer up a brief plea to the universe that the tall man with the seriously hot bod would be on his train.
