Wes laughed. “Thank God I changed those sheets earlier.” At Nathan’s quizzical look, he added, “Roger slept there last night. Between the booze and his smokes, I had to air out the whole apartment this morning.”
Nathan buried his face in the clean bed sheets and drew in a deep breath. “They smell clean now,” he said. Rolling onto his back, he folded his hands behind his head and looked up at Wes. “Like you.”
There was an unreadable expression on his friend’s face. With a smile, Nathan asked, “What?”
Wes set one knee onto the mattress by Nathan’s legs. “If you only knew how many nights I dreamed of you in my bed.”
Taking one of Wes’s hands in his, Nathan pulled him down beside him. “Well, here I am,” he joked. “A dream come true. What did you have planned?”
With a laugh, Wes propp
