Tom’s lips formed into his signature tilting smile. “Much.” But when his gaze settled on his dripping boxers hanging over the side of the basin, his body visibly tensed. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
In an attempt to alleviate Tom’s obvious embarrassment, Booker shrugged his shoulders. “What are friends for?”
Surprise arched Tom’s eyebrows. “Friends?”
A wave of uncertainty stiffened Booker’s muscles. “Sure,” he replied, his hand rubbing furiously at the back of his neck. “Why not?”
The strained silence that followed weighed heavily on Booker’s fragile pride, and he wished he had kept his mouth shut. But as he started to speak, to recant his statement with a caustic comment aimed to hurt, Tom’s lips parted into a wide grin. “Yeah,
In an attempt to alleviate Tom’s obvious embarrassment, Booker shrugged his shoulders. “What are friends for?”
Surprise arched Tom’s eyebrows. “Friends?”
A wave of uncertainty stiffened Booker’s muscles. “Sure,” he replied, his hand rubbing furiously at the back of his neck. “Why not?”
The strained silence that followed weighed heavily on Booker’s fragile pride, and he wished he had kept his mouth shut. But as he started to speak, to recant his statement with a caustic comment aimed to hurt, Tom’s lips parted into a wide grin. “Yeah,