Chapter 3“I thought you wanted to stay in?” Ronan asks. He’s lying on the bed on his stomach with his laptop in front of him. He’s supposed to be checking his emails, but he’s really checking out Dustin’s ass as he wiggles it into a pair of sinfully tight black jeans.
“That was before I had a great nap.” Dustin shrugs. They’d gotten up about an hour ago and showered together—to conserve water, not because they both liked seeing each other wet and naked was the lie Ronan would tell if anyone asked, as the truth is no one’s business but their own. It was when they were drying off that Dustin had suggested they check out some of the bars in the Quarter.
“Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better, but are you sure you’re not going to overdo it?” Ronan asks.
“I feel good. I’m sure. But if you wan
