“Here,” Tadder said as he took the clean shirt and draped it over his shoulder. “Let me help you get started.” He raised his hands and got to work undoing the buttons.
Rush stood there, frozen with desire.
Tadder brushed the shirt off Rush’s shoulders to have it land on the floor and stared down at his torso. “You’ve got Pepto Bismol on your undershirt too.”
“That’s okay.” He reached for the shirt on Tadder’s shoulder.
Tadder cupped Rush’s cheek in his palm. “That has to be sticky. Now raise your hands.”
Rush did as he was ordered, and the shirt he held flopped over his face. Jesus, could he be any more gauche? “I’m sorry.”
Tadder brushed it aside
Oh my God! He’s staring at my mouth. Does he want to kiss me?
“Yes, I do want to kiss you.”
Rush had said that out loud? “Excuse me whi
