I try not to watch the way his tongue flicks over his lips, but I fail. His mouth is a tease and he doesn’t even know it. How could he, when I’ve masqueraded all this time as a friend?
“Brian! Charlie!” Our captain calls us both. The colors of sunrise reflect off his golden hair as he falls to his knees. I grit my teeth and try to stem a flood of unwanted and involuntary images. He’s only tying his shoelaces.
From under thick lashes he smiles at me. My breath catches.
“Ready?” He asks.
I clench my fists and nod.