Chapter 22

Except of course that every time Andy looked at Scooter, now, he couldn’t help thinking about it. Couldn’t help wanting. Couldn’t help feeling the press of Scooter’s arm around his shoulders, which seemed to be happening more and more often, now that he knew Andy wouldn’t shake him off. When Scooter had put a hand on Andy’s hip to steady him, earlier, Andy had damn near popped a stiffie for all the world to see. Well, the part of the world that had been standing on the beach watching, anyhow: a gaggle of kids and his co-workers, which somehow made it worse

So now Scooter was just on the other side of a flimsy, slightly warped door, naked and wet and…touchinghimself (Not that way. Probably. Maybe. Hopefully.) and Andy…Yeah, Andy was so, soscrewed.