Brendan grinned, but his eyes were doing the same searching look as Van's were. He wet his lips and whispered: "The only one who's got moxie in this particular situation is my towel. It's literally hanging by only a few threads, so... maybe I should move."
He flexed his arms, making sure that he was not going to move all that much.
Van was so close that he could smell him, nearly feel his lips on him. But what if he were the first one to move? First one to kiss him? Van would forever give him shit about it. So, for just a moment, Brendan stayed suspended, and then he whispered: "Unless you don't want me to move."
And with that, his towel had enough: the loose knot around Brendan's waist came loose and it dropped to the floor.