He never suffered in the date department, was used to getting compliments but hearing them from Wes made him feel invincible. Like he’d never really believed those things were true about himself but now could, because Wes said them. Maybe a little cheesy, but true. Wes got out of the shower, dried off, then wrapped a towel around his waist. “Hey. I was looking at your ass. What’d you cover it up for?” Goddamn, the man had a fine ass—firm, round globes that Braden wanted to grab on to. Wes didn’t reply to him, just playfully shook his head as he started brushing his teeth. Well, if he wouldn’t respond, then Braden would just have to annoy the hell out of him until he did. Pushing off the bed, he limped over and squeezed behind Wes. He slid his arms under Wes’s, hugging him from behind, his fists clutching Wes’s shoulders. “You smell good.” He inhaled deeply. “I’m brushing my teeth,” Wes replied around his toothbrush. “I can see that.” He didn’t let go as Wes continued to brush, but then pulled back when he spit and then rinsed out his mouth and the toothbrush.
