“Is she gone?” How stupid could he be? Walking out naked and getting caught like that, outing Michael in the process? Hastily donning his jeans, he waited for the other shoe to fall, for Michael demand that he leave. But the door opened wider and warm hands caressed his bare sides before enfolding him in a tender embrace. Soft lips traced a path up his neck before descending onto his for a chaste kiss. “Good morning, Jay. Did you sleep well?” was breathed against his skin. Finding his voice, Jay asked in shaky tones, “Sssooo, you’re not mad?” Soft chuckles brushed against his skin, along with the faint rasp of day-old beard. “No, I’m not mad. I wouldn’t have chosen for her to find out that way, but I have to admit that it’s a relief, no longer having to worry about how to tell her.” “How’d she take it?” Michael’s baby blues twinkled with humor.
