<blockquote>“We’ve got to call that vendor,” Patrick said. “Did you keep her card? You didn’t throw it away, did you?”
“Um,” David said, running his hands down his chest now, his arms, oh god Patrick’s arms. “I don’t…I think so? Hang on, though, could we just...explore this, for a few minutes, maybe, because it’s actually kind of—”
“David.” Patrick came over and gripped him by the shoulders, looking very serious, and David was in awe; that was hot, that was very hot, that I-mean-business-NOW look on his own face. He’d have to try it, practice it in a mirror, once he got it back.</blockquote>