TAKING BOTH glasses, Flavian walked back to the bathing room.
Ezekiel was where Flavian left him, his head tipped back against the edge of the tub. He opened his eyes when Flavian walked in and smiled, a small smile but one filled with gratitude. Ezekiel took his glass from Flavian with a dripping hand.
“Thank you.”
Flavian just nodded and glanced around. He wasn’t certain what to do. Yes, he had seen Ezekiel n***d before, but that was in bed, not with Ezekiel in the bath and Flavian fully clothed. He had been right—it was far too intimate, too close.
“Sit, please.”
Sitting would probably be less awkward than just standing there. He moved the towels and perched on the stool, after positioning it a little farther from the tub. As tempted as he was, he would not sit and stare at Ezekie
