He cleared his throat. “Sorry?”
“I said no coffee, but maybe a beer? I saw you had some in your fridge the other day.” Barnaby flashed him a beautiful smile.
He nodded and headed into the kitchen with Barnaby close on his heels. So close he could smell his cinnamon clove smell again. He loved that scent. Was it from the shampoo or shower gel Barnaby used? He reached into fridge for two long-necked Coronas, opened them, and handed one to Barnaby.
As Barnaby took a long swallow, Nathan watched it slide down his throat. For some reason the movement of Barnaby’s throat and those violet glossed lips wrapped around the bottle made him think of—
“Nathan?”
He blinked and looked into Barnaby’s eyes. Oh, fuck.“Damn.”
“Excuse me?”
“I…uh…forgot to DVR a program I wanted to see,” Nathan blurted lamely.