The bedroom door clicked shut. Nash opened his eyes and sat up in the tub.
Emmitt pulled his polo shirt over his head as he trod through the bedroom. He turned toward Nash as he walked by the tub.
“Want company? Or would you rather I shower separately?”
Nash was going to have to work on his “meaningful glances” if Emmitt didn’t know the answer to that question. “Sure, join me.”
Emmitt’s answering smile could’ve lit the room. Nash still didn’t feel up to anything overtly s****l, but he knew Emmitt wouldn’t have anything like that in mind. Intimacy, though…there was no need to avoid that. In fact, considering Nash’s circumstances, it would be hugely helpful toward moving the relationship along. Now that he’d successfully pushed his feelings for Sam out of their position dominating his th
