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,remember?Hooked up after the prom—whatever happened to your date?What was her name again?Though he’d onlybeen a sophomore,Nathan had gone to Wes’s senior prom with a daughter of one of his mother’s friends.He didn’t remember whom Wes had taken,a friend maybe,no one serious.The girls knew each other,which was how Nathan found himself sitting beside Wes at dinner.It started there,innocent—a hand on Wes’s knee beneath the table,a grin that didn’t seemto want to disappear.And sometime before the last dance they snuck away from their dates andthe band,and even now,when he closed his eyes,he could feel those hands on his body again,those lips on his,the sweet press of a thigh against his crotch.How long ago had it been?