Wes’s voice was husky when he asked,“What isyour type?”
Nathan gave him a playful nudge.“I thought you’d never ask,”he said,easing his hand around Wes’s waist.
A look of discomfort crossed Wes’s face.“Nathan,”he started,as if about to object.Thenhe sighed and surprised Nathan by stepping into the span of his arm.“You want to go someplace a little quieter?”
“Please.”Nathan slipped a finger into a belt loop on Wes’s jeans.“Lead the way.”