The sound of Preston and Sawyer talking wafted in through the door; Preston’s voice lower and rumblier, Sawyer’s energized and excited. Someone—probably Sawyer—laughed.
The happy, satisfied sound pulled me out of my weird mood. I stepped into the board shorts, hung my clothes to dry, ran my fingers through my hair, and joined them.
They both smiled when I exited the bathroom. After a heartbeat, Sawyer’s eyes widened. “Gulp,” he said out loud. “How about letting Wade alwayswear your clothes from now on, Pres? Your shirt looks as though it’s painted onto our very own Norse God.”
Preston pinched Sawyer in the butt, making him yelp. “Behave,” he said, but his eyes darkened, and he didn’t take his gaze off me.
The attention was addictive and made me feel like someone had filled me with helium and I was about to float to the sky. A few steps brought me close to Sawyer.