“I think someone’s a bit sleepy, too, judging by the look I’m getting.”
“Well, she looked pretty enthusiastic about the pool from where I was sitting,” Andreas said. He grunted as he stood up with her. “You coming?”
“Yeah,” Erik said, heaving himself out of the water. It streamed off him in rivers, and he grinned at the obvious once-over that Andreas gave him. He’d never thought of himself as a sexy sort of bloke until the first time they’d gone on holiday together and Andreas had ‘accidentally’ put all his shirts into the safe in their hotel room and ‘forgotten’ the combination. But Andreas was into the fat and fuzzy look, and had bitched like mad when Erik had tried to go on a diet last year.
“If I wanted Attitude magazine, I’d not have dumped my ex,” he’d said tartly. “You can lose five pounds. Any more, and I’m dumping you for your assistant manager.”