Chapter 29
There was a single candle on the counter, but Shane figured he wouldn’t count that as “fuss,” because Tomei was sitting on the side of the tub, the candlelight making his eyes shine. Tomei stood, and Shane saw that he was dressed in his prized silk kimono with its hand-painted scene of a wooded mountainside, an inheritance from his Japanese grandfather. Tomei had tried to explain it to Shane once—something about layers and levels to life and duration and…Shane had shrugged it off, more interested in peeling the robe from Tomei’s shoulders than art appreciation.
The kimono wasn’t fastened, and Shane could easily see the nothing that Tomei wore under it. His breath caught, and the blood that had been warming his face and neck discovered an urgent need to move downward. God, his boyfriend was hot.
Tomei reached across the space between them and caught the front of Shane’s shirt, drawing him closer. “I wasn’t sure you’d even come in the house,” he confessed.