Stopping, he glanced at the clock over the mantle. Only three o’clock. Almost two hours until Alex came by for movie night. Robert couldn’t make it. Alex was bringing food so Bernie didn’t have to cook. Technically, Friday through Sunday were his days off from both work with Robert and his own graduate classes, but he didn’t use them all. He tended to go in at least half a day on Fridays. Today, he hadn’t even gone in for a half day, just stayed at home. The day had been filled with thoughts of how good Tomas had felt pressed against him. His scent had been how he smelled when he went home to clean up before coming to dinner at Bernie’s house. Bernie assumed it was whatever he used to bathe with. When Tomas cleaned up at Bernie’s house, he smelled like Bernie’s own herbal soap or shampoo. Bernie couldn’t decide if he’d rather have Tomas smelling of Bernie’s things or of his own. He shook his head. “You practically attacked the man on the dance floor.” Guilt filled him.
