“Wow. That’s a story,” Ridley said as they entered Sawyer and Bart’s room.
“All true. Make yourself at home. Or should I say comfortable? Kiss him,” Sawyer suggested. “Right in front of people.”
“Perv.” Rocco said it with a smile. Then he did kiss Ridley. There was something so liberating about it, he did it again. “I’m getting wood.” He wasn’t joking.
“Me, too.” Sawyer raked his hand through his reddish hair.
“And I don’t want to quit.” Rocco knew he was getting carried away. He was yanking at Ridley’s stupid rainbow tie, and maybe he wasn’t going to stop there. But then a piercing musical note rang out from the bathroom, and all four men turned toward it.
“The feeling I feel is no different than yours. The heart doesn’t see. Love it doesn’t need eyes. Holy f**k!” The singer emerged,
