“The games?” Conley replied, smiling innocently. “Just having fun. You paid me back and…” He shrugged.
“No. After that. I thought…Never mind.” Brian quickly headed back to where they’d left their things.
He thought I was going to kiss him—and he was right. I almost did until I came to my senses. Now how do I explain that to him, or should I ignore it and hope he decides he misread what he saw.
By the time he reached him, Brian had dried off and was putting on his shorts. He handed Conley a towel without looking at him.
“Thanks.”
“Welcome,” Brian muttered.
After he was relatively dry, Conley got dressed, Brian stuffed everything into the backpack, and they walked silently, a few feet apart, from the pool to the edge of the park. At that point, Conley took advantage of the fact no one
