When Alex walked into the living room, dressed all in black, with combat boots, cargo pants, and a sleevles shirt, black leather jacket riding off his shoulders, Ben nearly died right there. This was Alex?
But the real kicker was the small, red apple he carried in his mouth, arms above his head as he tied his hair up in a high ponytail.
Ben swallowed hard as Alex's shirt rode up.
Shit... He was so not looking forward to this mission anymore. He'd have to put some effort into keeping their cover- boyfriends- a cover.