Chapter 9Nash leaned against his desk, his legs stretched in front of him, his arms folded across his chest. Geoffrey remained near the door, though Nash had pointedly gestured at the chair beside him. A quick escape might be necessary, and Geoffrey wanted to be prepared for that. The last of his post-s*x high had lifted as soon as the door shut behind them, and now the silence was stretching like bitter taffy between them.
Geoffrey didn’t know what to say, so he waited. He couldn’t read Nash, and that disturbed him more than anything Nash could actually say. He could still smell Sunny, still smell their mingled bodies and sweat. The scent of their coupling hung around him like a cloud, and he thought that Nash probably couldn’t smell it from across the room, but he was still self-conscio
