“We work together,” Nathan told him. He stepped closer, leaned back, and put his hand on the table behind Wes in what he hoped looked like a casual gesture. With a laugh, he said, “Cindy’s always trying to set me up at these things. I don’t know why I even bother to come.” How about you? he wanted to ask. Does she do that to you, too?
But Wes didn’t take the bait. “She’s a sweet girl,” he said, drinking down his beer.
Nathan wished Wes would lean against his arm, maybe tip his head back to stare at him with those crystalline eyes of his again. A nice, coy glance as he lay his head on Nathan’s shoulder. Give him a good look at that long stretch of neck, punctuated by his Adam’s apple. Nathan imagined his lips closing over that bobbing knob in a ticklish kiss and he had to shift from one
