Andrew was humming to himself as he watched the garage door close behind him. The car was turned off, he grabbed the bag from the passenger seat, and he was just opening the car door when the door to the house swung open.
In the doorway was his stunning, gorgeous, most handsomest man he'd ever laid eyes on. His boyfriend. The man he wanted to marry.
Maxwell was wearing a soft-looking baggy black knit sweater over an equally soft looking shirt. The bagginess of the sweater meant that the collar he was wearing was in full display. All of its gems and velvet.
It was the one he'd worn during Andrew's rut. Andrew felt his cock harden instantly.
His pants were wide pieces of dark fabric, covering his legs. He looked like a damn model as he leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed as he watched Andrew step out of the car. He didn't look upset in the slightest, or even angry. In fact, he just looked happy to see him.
