"Who is them?" Andrew asked, swallowing before Maxwell could witness him drooling over him. He was sure that the other man would like it, he just didn't want to encourage the man to touch him. Or maybe he wanted to do that.
Andrew's brain felt like mush as he watched the other man's tongue dart across his lips, wetting them before he spoke nervously.
"Uh, well, remember how my Mom and Jenny were there with us when we spoke to Michael?" A terrible feeling washed over Andrew as the cars began to make sense, and he feared that he recognised some of them.
"How many of them?" Andrew asked and Maxwell sighed. He stepped back, his hands on the edge of the door and the roof of the car.
