Beau was busy and had been busy all day. He’s used to working hard, but it seemed like today was extra busy. He stared down at the paperwork sitting on his desk, silently longing to feel the air through his hair or the sweat on his skin.

He had just finished signing the last document of the day when he heard a knock on his door. “I hope it’s not more trouble.” He grumbles to himself. He’s had enough of that for one day.

“Come in!” He says, his voice rough and low, but inviting.