Pad smiled and enjoyed the view. He couldn’t help admire Wayne’s beauty but Wayne’s silence made him uncomfortable.
“No pressure, Wayne.”
Wayne approached, reached out and touched Pad’s shoulder. “I want to spend time with you—”
“Okay.”
Pad took a couple of steps towards his dresser, his face flush and his back turned against Wayne, when he realized Wayne still hadn’t committed one way or the other. As he stared at the clothes, he tried to figure out what to say next.
Where was this going with Wayne?
“Hey, do you have any clean shirts for me to wear since I didn’t grab my clothes from the dorm? I don’t want to wear the same shirt and jeans for the next two days. And I’m sure you don’t want me smelling when I hang out with you.”