Which, maybe he was. Maybe in Izzy’s head it was all just body parts, and he figured it was just a matter of adapting, or just going with the flow, or something. Maybe he’d seen so many naked guys in prison that even if he hadn’t done anything before, it didn’t seem like such a big deal to him. Or maybe—Wyatt saw a flicker of something in Izzy’s dark gaze that made him rethink that—Izzy was just better than Wyatt at hiding his nerves.
For some reason that made Wyatt’s courage swell again. He took a step toward Izzy and reached out to grab the hem of his thin T-shirt. “I saw some of these the other day in the greenhouse.”