Noah took a sharp, steely breath in. Was he? He shouldn't be trusted to make decisions like that, not when he'd smoked up an hour before. Maybe he really should lay off the weed at night.

"Yeah," he said after a pause, his thumbs slipping into the waistband of his pants. This was a big deal. He didn't know what came after this, and he gave Colby a look as if to say you're going to have to take control.

"Shift over a little bit," he added quietly, because he was at an awkward angle for pants removal, and because it bought him a little more time. Still, though, he couldn't avoid it forever, and he tugged his pants downwards, pulling him in for another kiss.