In the car,Wes stared out the window and tried to forget the way Nathan’s eyes had shone when he’d recognized him.He tried to forget that the young boy he had been infatuated with back in high school—the one he still dreamed of from time to time,the one who could still make him hard with just a thought—he tried to forget that thatboy was now a man,grown up and filled out and still just as sexy and charismatic and amazing as he used to be.
But how could he forget those kisses,or the way it felt to be held in those strong arms,or the desire and lust he saw in Nathan’s smile?Just thinking about the past hour flushed a delicious warmth throughout his body,making him ache with all the sharp poignancy of a schoolboy crush all over again.And I didn’t tell him about Roger.Wes touched his lips,where he could still feel Nathan’s own pressed against his.I just couldn’t.