QUOTE : Humming again, he takes the hose and washes away the soap, taking his time, touching me everywhere with admiring hands. “We should probably get out of here,” he says eventually. “Yeah.” The water shuts off, and Wes grabs both towels off the rack where they wait. He ties one around his waist, then drops one over my head and begins to rub my hair dry. “I got it,” I say, lifting my heavy arms to do the work. “Could you see what Blake left me for clothes?” “He brought flannel pants, so I brought your jeans this morning. Hang on.” Wes dries himself hastily and climbs back into his boxers. I hear him thumping around in the room, jumping into his clothes. He returns with underwear and jeans for me. “Stand up, babe.