Justin pulled him into a brief hug, patting his back. “Sure you don’t want to join me for lunch?”
“Nah, I just ate.”
“Okay,” Justin said. “Hey, will you remind Del I’m staying late tonight to help Ignacio move his stuff out? I told him this morning, but he’s been so busy he’ll probably forget.”
“Okay,” Wyatt said. “Ignacio’s moving out?”
“Yeah, his family came through with the money he needs to move to New Mexico,” Justin said. “I think Izzy’s going to move in with Sam? That’s the plan last I heard.”
Izzy would be living on site? Wyatt felt a jolt of anticipation.
“Oh, that’s cool,” he said faintly. “For Ignacio.”
“Yeah, it’s great,” Justin said.
“I’m just gonna…just gonna see Sam about something,” Wyatt said. “Is he around?”
“Down the back, I think,” Justin said. “Okay, I’ll catch you later.”
“Bye.”
Justin headed out for lunch, and Wyatt made sure he’d left before he headed down the far end of the greenhouse. It wasn’t Sam he was looking for at all, and it wasn’t Sam he found. Izzy was picking through a section of chard, inspecting the leaves the same way Justin had been. There was nobody else around.
“Hey,” Wyatt said, suddenly breathless.
Izzy’s face lit up when he turned to see him there.
“Hey,” he said, and reached out and caught Wyatt by the wrist. He tugged him around the corner of one of the massive vertical racks and into a kiss. He was damp with mist, his skin slick under Wyatt’s hands, his mouth already wet.
Wyatt pulled back, glancing uneasily behind them.
“Yeah,” Izzy said. His mouth quirked. “Guess your brother wouldn’t like that much, would he?”
“Probably not,” Wyatt agreed. There was a difference between giving people a second chance and being happy at seeing them hook up with your family members, he guessed. And Wyatt didn’t know what was on Izzy’s record, but Justin did. And maybe Izzy was bringing it up because it was something he knew Justin would disapprove of, because it was something really bad. But it wasn’t enough to make him step away. He kept one hand on Izzy’s ribs. His other hand drifted across Izzy’s leanly muscled abdomen, tracing the ink he found there. Izzy’s muscles jumped under his touch.
“Shit,” Izzy said through a moan. “Just…just…”
Wyatt’s fingers slid over the hair under his navel, his little finger snagging against the button of Izzy’s jeans. He could see that Izzy was getting hard, and wished he had the courage to grab him through his jeans, or even unzip them. What would that feel like? But he pulled his hand back instead, flushing.
“You’re moving out here?” he asked.
“Yeah.” Izzy’s gaze was dark, deep enough to drown in. He reached out and ran his thumb along Wyatt’s bottom lip. “Jesus, you’re pretty, Wyatt.”
“So are you,” Wyatt whispered.
Izzy’s eyes crinkled when he laughed softly. “That’s some bullshit right there.”
Maybe. Maybe he was too sharp to be pretty, or too angular, too abrasive. But Wyatt had never seen anyone more beautiful than Izzy in his life. And he knew Izzy wouldn’t believe it if he said it again, so Wyatt did the only thing he could think of to prove to him that it was the truth—he pulled him forward into another kiss. This one started off as rough and desperate, but softened into something sweet and gentle, tiny presses of their lips, the tip of Izzy’s tongue sliding against Wyatt’s bottom lip.
“You’re moving here,” Wyatt said again, when they’d finally separated. He couldn’t stop from smiling at the thought.
Izzy grinned. “Yeah, you like that idea?”
Wyatt nodded.
“Me too,” Izzy said. “You gonna tell me which bedroom window is yours? Leave it unlocked for me?”
Wyatt’s heart tumbled over a few beats at the thought of Izzy sneaking into his room at night. At the thought of having him in his bedroom, his sanctuary, surrounded by green walls, surrounded by Wyatt’s arms, their sweet kisses turning more heated in Wyatt’s bed.
“Yeah,’ he whispered. “Maybe.”
He heard footsteps approaching, and stepped away from Izzy before they were discovered. He felt Izzy’s gaze lingering on him as he made his way down the long rows towards the greenhouse.
