Des couldn't stop the crooked grin that played across his face as he pulled up outside Michael's apartment and found him waiting. He put the car in park and left the engine running, getting out and going around to greet Michael. His hand reached out to take the other man's bag away from him as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Michael's cheek.

"Hey, you," Des said. "You look really, really good." Was Michael's skin gleaming? Yes, yes, he was pretty sure it was, and he mentally kicked himself. He hadn't even thought about that. "Ready to go?"