“Go shower, jerk, and get out of my face.” “Did you just order me to jerk off in the shower, not on your face? What an old-fashioned romantic.” Deen peeled himself away from the table, aware of exactly how to move his lean body to catch Nico’s eye. Nico looked so embarrassed he couldn’t talk. It was the sweetest expression Deen had seen on his face. It made him want to kiss him, but now probably wasn’t the moment.
