Brendan allowed Van to pull him in closer, slowly letting his large body shift forward so that he was all but looming over Van. They were close together and Brendan felt something powerful surge in his stomach. There was something palpable between them.
Fuck. Brendan did know what was up. Pretty soon, his towel would succumb to a wardrobe malfunction.
"Sometimes," Brendan murmured back. "So, now it's your turn. Why do you tolerate me?"