Anders was just about to lock up when he walks out of the clinic to come face to face with Nathaniel. An eyebrow goes up but he'll indulge the man. He smiles, holding the door open. "Nate? What are you doing out here so late?"
Worry crosses Anders' face in an instant. He jumps a bit once the door slams. "W-what's wrong?" He doesn't remember doing anything worth Nate getting angry over.
Nathaniel flashes him a wolfish grin. "Well that depends, actually." His hand still on the other man's chest, he steps closer until they're mere inches apart. "On whether or not you were serious about your offer the other night."
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