He gripped the door handle.The shower was running behind the curtain, splatting against the vinyl. As Evan popped open the bathroom door, a breath of humid air escaped and he caught Jonah twisting in front of the mirror, glancing over his shoulder to get a look at his upper arm. The spot where Evan’s hand had gripped was red. Jonah spun to face him, his cheeks darker than the mark on his arm.Evan turned and hid his smile as he locked the door. When he was able to keep his face blank, he put his back to the door and crossed his arms.Beneath the lean muscled chest, those sexy, threadbare jeans hung low on Jonah’s hips, revealing the waistband of his briefs and the silky trail of hair below his navel.“Still have your pants on.” Evan pitched his voice low.Jonah’s cocky grin was at full power. “So do you.”“Why don’t you do something about that, then?”There was a definite swagger in Jonah’s step forward. “Like what?”Fingers hooked in the sagging denim, Evan yanked Jonah off-balance, then pushed him toward the floor.
