RJ turned and caught him.
Pad’s face hot, the blood rushed to his neck. RJ smiled, but didn’t say anything as he stepped into the bathroom to take a shower.
* * * *
RJ let the hot shower cascade on his body, then grabbed the soap and removed the wrapper.
Well, if that didn’t confirm it, what does?
He had suspected for a while that Pad had a crush on him: the way he acted in the pool, sometimes at the gym, how Pad stammered at times around him.
Lately, he tried to force Pad’s hand to see what he did. As much as RJ wanted to, the Air Force had rules about socializing between the ranks. What made it worse, the military training commander in Saudi was Army. Enlisted and commissioned officers didn’t go to each other’s clubs, much less hang out together. Then, there was “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.”