“Are you okay, man?”
Hugo forced a smile at Javier while doing his best not to drool at the man’s long neck or that exposed sliver of skin on the man’s stomach. He wished Javier would stop stretching his arms up because that resulted in several interested gazes from the other patrons. He was aware he had no business being so possessive over Javier. After all, he wasn’t in love with Javier, and the two of them weren’t in a relationship. Besides, he wasn’t searching for a relationship. Or maybe he was fooling himself. He craved Javier like a thirsty, dying man desperate for a drop of water in the hot, scorching desert.
“Yeah. I’m all right.”
“Are you sure?” Javier asked while yawning a little and raising his arms above his head for what seemed like the millionth time, and Hugo frowned at some other men and women who were literally, and unabashedly, licking their lips at the sight of his drinking companion’s exposed, muscular stomach.