What a wonderful day with the Captain

Captain Rhys Thatcher was having one of the best days of his whole life. In fact, he wasn't sure if anything would ever be able to top the last 24 hours. 

It had started quite rough, if he was honest with himself. He'd been in a foul mood, and it had only gotten worse the longer he had spent away from his adorable Mr. Woods. 

He had hated that he hadn't had time to speak with him, let alone hold his hand in the two weeks that the two of them had been running around each other. Rhys had been kicking himself, frustrated since he was supposed to be seducing his pair, leading him down the road of debauchery at his own hand, and instead, he was stuck in useless meetings with people who spent half of their time blowing smoke up each other's ass, and the other half getting shit done.