The awkward boner sure wasn't going unnoticed. In fact, Graham's tongue darted out to wet his lips when he glanced down at it, and they weren't actually dry.

"Are you? Imagining I mean."

He just kept sliding his hands over soap-slicked skin, even as his mind was screaming at him.

Why did you say that? What are you doing?

He didn't know, and now he couldn't even blame being drunk because he'd pretty much sobered up at this point.