Michael smiled, watching Desmond run off. While the other was gone Michael picked through the drinks. He grabbed a beer and sipped. The dip in the ocean and the hot sun made him a little hungry, but he figured it might be rude to eat without Desmond.

He couldn't figure out what it was about this guy that made him feel this way. Michael had been with tons of guys in the past. So why was it that Desmond was the only one that made Michael's insides twist up and flutter? It was a little scary, really.