And for a split second, Craig thought this is it. The nod. The unspoken dare. A maybe-masked smirk and a "hope we didn't keep you up." Something to puncture the tension between what they'd heard and what they hadn't said. He followed him down the hallway, muscles tight, pulse bumping a little harder behind his ribs. The silence between them wasn't awkward. It was structured -- like everything Ron did. Contained, weighty, humming with the sense that whatever came next wasn't small talk.
Inside the office, Ron moved ahead with unhurried confidence, crossing to the sleek bar cart near the windows. He turned -- just that slight pivot to face him -- and Craig's eyes dropped without permission. A reflex. Not desire. Not curiosity. Just response. And there it was. Even clothed, even soft, it reg
