“I really thought I had you with the door.” Ian paused in the middle of taking off his shirt. “What?” “The door,” Alek was on his back with his hand behind his head. “You have a thing for door sex.” “I don’t have a thing for door se—” “My apartment, the Victorian, your truck—” “I don’t think a car door counts.” “The theater, the building permit office staff restroom… Shall I go on?”
