He hadn’t trusted himself to speak and just nodded in agreement. “We’ll have to hang out then,” Nathan told him before walking away.
Wes watched him disappear into the crowded hall, unable to stand, his knees weak and unsteady. He wants to hang out with me. With ME.
And now he’s here.
Wes studied Nathan’s features as he brushed his fingers through the curtain of hair that longed to grow again. He pressed his lips to the point of Nathan’s widow’s peak, where the hair came down a bit on his forehead to give his face a heart shape. He breathed in deep the clean, cottony scent of Nathan’s hair, felt the strands tickle his nose and chin.
He’s with me, and all those other guys in high school who thought they were hot s**t, all those guys he teased and played with, where are they now? He’
