Ian pulled away first and looked deeply into Andrew’s pale eyes. “I’d have to go home and arrange the time. It might take a week or two after we leave here.”
“But you’d be willing?” Andrew’s voice was almost breathless in anticipation.
“Yeah. You conga too well to give up on at this point.”
“How about that shower we tried for this morning?”
“We have time but you might want to skip a shower,” offered Ian. Andrew smiled what Ian had come to know as Andrew’s sex smile and he flushed warm all over.
The reason Ian moved his room was for the bathroom and a large jet-powered tub built for more than one. Yes, there was a shower, but really, when he showed Andrew the set-up, he got, “Is there bubble bath stuff?”
Ian laughed. “Yes, my big Marine. We have bubbles.”
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