The door opened a crack, and Spencer peeked out.“Hey.I … uh … thought we were meetin’ somewhere.”
“We were.But I decided eating in works for me.Thought we could order a pizza.”
Spencer didn’t open the door as he glanced down, then back up.“I need to … um … get dressed.”
“What you’re wearin’s fine,” Archer said, his grin growing.“I got a peek of your performance through the window.”
Instantly, Spencer’s face turned a rosy pink.
“It was hot,” Archer told him.Keeping his cadence smooth, he lowered his tone an octave and leaned forward.“Seriously fucking hot.”
Spencer continued to stand there, holding the door.
Archer made no move to go inside, but he did say, “You wanna get dressed so maybe I could come in?”
“Shit.”Spencer swung the door open wide.Before Archer could step inside, the man was racing across the room, sliding on his socked feet through a doorway, then disappearing down a hallway.
Chuckling, Archer came in, shutting the door behind him.
The house smelled good.Something citrusy.It could’ve been a lemon-scented cleaner, or perhaps one of those plug-in air fresheners discreetly hidden somewhere.
Not wanting to appear too comfortable, Archer remained near the front door, admiring the house until Spencer reappeared a few minutes later.Gone was the button-down shirt and white socks, replaced with a heather-gray long-sleeved cotton shirt and a pair of loose-fitting gray cotton shorts.His feet were bare.
“I can order the pizza,” Spencer said, making a beeline toward the kitchen island without making eye contact.“What would you like on it?”
Archer could tell he was nervous, which was endearing.It warmed something inside him.
“I’m pretty easy when it comes to pizza,” he admitted.
Spencer chuckled, but it sounded forced.
Wanting to ease his nerves, he came over, standing beside Spencer and leaning an elbow on the kitchen island, trying to get him to look his way.
When Spencer finally did, Archer grinned.“Hi.”
That seemed to ease his tension because he gave a soft “Hi” in return.
From this proximity, Archer could smell Spencer’s cologne.He smelled as good as he looked.
Archer tipped his head forward, still smiling.“Don’t be nervous.”
“I’m not.”The subtle vibration belied his words.
“Well, I am.”
Spencer rolled his eyes.“Whatever.”
Archer chuckled.“Don’t believe me?”
“No.”
“It’s true.”
Spencer’s gaze remained unsteady, moving from Archer’s face to the phone, then back.
When Spencer held his stare, Archer said, “I thought about you today.”
“You did?”
