“He doesn’t.”Wes led Nathan into the kitchen,which was nothing more than a narrow passageway with a fridge and sink on one side,stove and cabinets on the other.Opening one of the cabinets,Wes shoved the paper into a trashcan out of sight.“But he stayed the night.He wanted to and I couldn’t really say no.”
“Why not?”Nathan asked before he could stop himself.“You two didn’t—no,don’t tell me.I don’t want to know.He isyour boyfriend,after all.”
“I didn’t sleep with him,if that’s what you’re asking.”Wes looked at him,the pain in his eyes so bright that Nathan took him into his arms without realizing it.Resting his head on Nathan’s shoulder,Wes picked at the collar of Nathan’s shirt and whispered,“I slept on the couch.I didn’t…I didn’t even want to leave Tom’s last night.”Nathan rubbed his hands along Wes’s back in a soothing gesture.“We haven’t had sex since last weekend.That’s one reason he’s mad at me right now.He thinks I’m holding out.”