He didn’t.
“I want you, Wes,” Nathan continued.
Wes rubbed at his eyes, hiding his face.
“I do. I think we’d be good together, you know? But if you’re happy with him, if he’s the most amazing thing you’ve ever had, if he makes you feel even half the way I feel when I’m with you, then you just tell me and I’ll back off. Okay? Can you tell me that?”
“No,” Wes whispered.
“Look at me.” Nathan touched Wes’s chin, just enough to get his friend to comply. “Look me in the eye and tell me you love him,” he murmured, “and we’ll just be friends. I won’t touch you again.”
Wes’s gaze flickered behind Nathan and then back again, studying his eyes, his lips, his close-cropped hair.
“Tell me.”
“I can’t,” Wes admitted.
Nathan felt someone behind him. Before he could turn around, a long, s
