“Big day tomorrow.”Colby sips at his beer,torn.Meg’s right,he needs his sleep.But Van is charming and cute,his hands so warm where they rest on Colby’s body.All summer long,it’s been the pitching booth and volleyball—no time for himself,no time for fun.No time for this,he thinks,daring to poke at the erection straining the front of Van’s shorts.With a glance at the clock above the bar,he makes himself a deal.It’s just after eleven now.Another hour and I’ll get his number before heading home.It takes less than ten minutes to walk from the boardwalk to the duplex apartment he shares with Megan,so if he leaves at midnight,he’ll still get a good seven hours’sleep before he has to be at the tournament in the morning.
Seven hours.Hell,he lived on less than that his whole senior year at Rutgers.If he leaves at midnight,he’ll still be on his game tomorrow.
Van touches his face,one forefinger tracing the curve of Colby’s jaw.“Where’d you go,sexy?I lost you.”