“I think I might be the only gay man on the planet who’d actually like to know someone’s name before he starts grabbing my arse.”
Halfway along the path, Mitchell Thompson paused and looked over his shoulder. He frowned slightly as he shook his head at himself, sure he must have misheard.
“No, I’m not bloody well exaggerating. You have no idea what the men here are like!”
Thompson turned around and retraced his steps to a gap between the excess of greenery that separated a secluded little seating area from the paths that flanked it. The