Nathan had pulled his underwear up and laughed again. “Modest, my ass.” Then he caught Wes around the waist and covered his shoulders with kisses as he held him close, the dirty plates and take-out containers forgotten on the table.
Wes still felt those kisses, those hands on his skin. By the thin light of the bedside lamp, he picked up his underwear from the floor and stepped into it, tugging it over his nakedness. Then he hurried from the bedroom; he wanted to get back to that warm bed and Nathan as soon as he could.
When he stepped out of the bathroom, the loud flush of the toilet followed him into the quiet apartment. Wes closed the bathroom door and tiptoed down the hall, guided by the golden light beside his bed. He was already smiling at the thought of slipping back into Nathan’
