“I…” He rubbed his hands together. “I mean it makes sense if we are. I just…” Wes rubbed his head. “Ugh, this is so much easier with a girl.”
Nicky chuckled and put the guitar away, unplugging it in the process. “Okay then.” He pulled the stool around and sat in front of Wes. Their knees interlocked, and Nicky put his hands on his thighs. “Let’s pretend for a minute that I’m a girl.”
“Seriously?”
“Wait.” Nicky undid his bun and shook out his mop of brown curls. “There we go.” He fluttered his eyelashes and put on a demure, over-articulated smile. “Well, I do declare,” he said in a horrible southern belle accent. “Never have I ever before seen such a manly man take interest in little old me.”
Wes shoved Nicky’s face away, snorting in laughter. “Take this seriously, man.”
“I am taking i
