Chapter 12

Chris slid his arms around Will’s waist, hugging him hard. “Goofball.”

“All right, let’s get this moving.” Will nudged him back, and Chris took the hint, turning to the tub and flipping on the shower. Though the air conditioning kept the apartment cool, it was still too hot for more than lukewarm water. Chris waved a hand towards the shower. Will stepped in first, reaching for Chris and guiding him in, too. Will allowed Chris to stand under the shower spray first.

As they traded spots, Chris had to ask, “Are we going to finish talking in here?”

“Nope.”

Chris chuckled and grabbed a green bar of soap off the little shelf. He crooked a finger at Will, wanting him out of the direct fall of water. Will complied, and Chris reeled him close with a hand on the hip. Working up lather and smearing the soap over Will’s chest was a treat. Nothing better than a slippery man in his shower, in Chris’ humble opinion. He took the chance now to explore what he was, by necessity, denied earlier.