Overdue

For those of you reading my stuff elsewhere, this will probably look familiar!

It starts with a look. A series of looks. Ones that aren’t necessarily loaded yet still fill Darrel’s gut with a particular heat. Then there are the touches, beginning with arms around shoulders or firm pats to his chest in passing at work, and continuing with hip checks in his kitchen, knees against thighs, and a sense that they are always pressed together, no matter where they are. And then there are the smiles,...