"Oh I absolutely am," he says with a grin. "Besides, I have been lucky enough not to have to ever work, and I see how those that do are treated. I want people to know they're appreciated because so many people don't appreciate them."

He slides his fingers against Blake's, following him out of the diner.

He's waiting there at valet, signaling Blake to do the same. He'd have them put it on the room. Taking his hand, he heads for the elevator, waving to the concierge as they go. Waiting until the doors close and then drawing Blake in close, his fingers cupping his chins.

"When I first saw you, I couldn't think about anything but this the rest of the night."

He leans in, kissing him slow and deep.