Chapter 11Wyatt didn’t know where he’d found the courage to tell Izzy he wanted to see all his ink, because the moment Izzy closed the bedroom door behind them, suddenly his hands were shaking. Izzy was leaning on the door—how did he always look like he didn’t give a f**k?—and if it hadn’t been for Izzy’s admission that he’d never done this with a guy either, Wyatt might have thought he was totally relaxed about the whole thing.
Which, maybe he was. Maybe in Izzy’s head it was all just body parts, and he figured it was just a matter of adapting, or just going with the flow, or something. Maybe he’d seen so many naked guys in prison that even if he hadn’t done anything before, it didn’t seem like such a big deal to him. Or maybe—Wyatt saw a flicker of something in Izzy’s dark gaze that mad
