“Dayum,” Nathan purred, letting his gaze run down Wes’s body. He took in the strong hands holding two cups of beer, the snug jeans, those arms and those lips and those eyes…did he mention the eyes? Staring through him, lit with a bright smile. How could he have ever forgotten those eyes? “You’ve been drinking your milk. You look fine.”
Wes laughed and stuck one cup of beer into the other, now half-full because Nathan wore most of the liquid. Pointing at Nathan’s head with his empty hand, he asked, “What did you do to your hair?”
But his smile didn’t falter and for the first time in months Nathan felt a stirring in his groin. He lowered his head so Wes could run a hand through his thick curtain of hair. Do you remember that night in the back of your pickup? We just had that one night, r
