Working fast, he filled a small tumbler with ice and poured the whiskey over the cubes, jumping when the ice cracked and settled into the glass. Then he replaced the bottle behind the stove and took the tumbler with him into the darkened living room. Without turning on a light, he stripped out of his jeans and started to pull his shirt off over his head when he caught a whiff of Nathan’s cologne, still clinging to him.
By now Tom had told Nathan about Roger, and chances were Nathan hated him for not saying anything himself. So even if Tom gives me his number, he won’t want to hear from me. Wes smoothed the shirt back down over his chest before lying on the couch. He rolled onto his side and brought his legs up to his chest, rested one arm beneath his head as he sipped at the whiskey. The
