With a broad grin, Alex grabbed his phone and dialed Michael’s number.

Across the city, Michael stood under the warm spray of his shower, preparing for yet another day spent lounging at home. He hummed a tune as he lathered up, but the moment was interrupted by the distant sound of his phone ringing from the bedroom.

“Shit,” he muttered, quickly rinsing off. He stepped out of the bathroom in a hurry, but by the time he reached his phone, the ringing had stopped. ...