"It's only because I actually like the people downstairs and want them to like me back, not think I'm some kind of thug," Dale hummed in his throat when Patrick kissed his jaw, feeling almost giddy as tension flowed out of him. "God, I'm so fucked. That shouldn't make me feel better."
"It shouldn't be your problem," he replied. "At all."
He shook his head. "Hitting you would not have been fine," he said determinedly. "As for kissing, I rather think it would have made me want to fuck you against the counter which, perhaps, would not have been such a good idea."