Wes caught himself staring again. Watching the line of Angel’s shoulder, the dip when he turned away. The muscles that played under the surface of smooth skin. Wes caught himself opening his mouth again. Wanting to kiss just under that short hairline, feel the brush of silk against his nose, his lips. Wrap his fingers around Angel’s biceps and hold.on. Forever.
Wes caught himself blushing again, when Angel turned back and looked at him. Heat rushing to his cheeks. Blood rushing to other places when Angel’s lips curved into an inviting smile.
Wes didn’t catch himself this time.