Several people gave Adrian the once-over when he entered Poet and Whiskey, but he paid them no mind. He only had interest in one man tonight.
Took exactly one glance to find Dominic. He was tucked against the far wall in a corner, sitting on that long bench in front of a table for two, and yes, he had his glass of wine. But he wasn’t reading his poetry—no. He was staring at Adrian like a man in a desert who’d just spied water. Moist lips. Wide eyes. He swallowed, and the smile that lit his face warmed every part of Adrian.
Hell, this was going to be fun.