Yeah, like a hot, tan man with transparency issues when it came to his wardrobe malfunction.
The malfunction was that it didn’t dissolve in the seawater. Now, that would have got him giggly.
The man pouted.
That was a bummer.
He’d worked hard on sneaking up on them on vacation.
Gene focused on him for a brief second.
“You know you could have saved yourself a ton of work and annoyance had you just told us you wanted to come to Puerto Rico. We wouldn’t have said no.”
What?
Was?
This?
Was he serious?
Damn.
Someone was in a good mood when them being there didn’t bother him at all.
“And you’re not annoyed?” Corbin asked.
Gene laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
Oh, and with good reason.
So, since he was in Puerto Rico, and what happened here, stayed here, he was honest.
“Son, I just had the best sex of my life, and the man I love is headed this way. You couldn’t ruin my day if you had an asteroid hit me here and now.”
That was all he had to say.
Corbin looked around, and so did Will. That’s when they saw the other man walking toward them as he was wet.
And they got it.
Ethan was tan, and what he was wearing…
It left nothing to the imagination.
NOTHING.
In fact, it was pretty much see-through from being wet, and it showed the full-on outline of what junk was in that minuscule, swimming concoction.
“Oh, holy shit!” Corbin said. “Someone get him a towel or robe,” he stated. “Someone’s wet.”
Yes, yes, his man was.
Know who else was wet?
