“Nnng,” Andy managed, dropping his head forward. “That’s nice.” It was more than nice, really, and the way Scooter’s breath tickled the hair on Andy’s neck sent shivers down his spine, but…it’d been almost a week, and Andy was beginning to wonder if he’d imagined that kiss, or if Scooter had changed his mind. The fire had been a huge stress, but…Scooter could’ve at least saidsomething, right?
“Sorry,” Scooter said, not stopping what he was doing with his hands, running down Andy’s arms and then back up to rub tension out of his neck. “I don’t compartmentalize very well. I should have made sure we talked, about…about what happened. I didn’t because I was afraid I’d do it wrong, being so pissed about the fire. If you were, you know, worried about that.”