He went back to his sketch pad but only listened to the water from the bathroom, trying hard not to think about it running down Tanner’s body or Tanner’s hands and mouth on him. A few minutes later, Sandy rose to close the cabin’s front door against the now-cold night air.
Tanner stepped out of the steamy bathroom, his skin glinting with moisture. Sandy’s too-small T-shirt clung to his chest and the sweatpants band ended just below his calves. He grinned down at himself. “Whaddya think the guys from Queer Eye would say about this?”
“I think they’d cite you for a number of fashion violations.”
The other man’s eyes glowed at him in the dim light of the cabin, sending sparks of silvery tremors into him.
Stop it. You’re imagining things.
Sandy moved to the fireplace and prodded it carefu
