It’s the middle of July, and Rico Davin is about to faint -- not from the heat, though. For the whole summer, he gets to watch his best friend, Chance Raynor, shirtless and wet on the beach playing volleyball with his buddies. The perspiration on Chance’s skin is driving Rico nuts. It doesn’t help that he’s lusted after Chance since they met freshman year in college. What’s not to like in a tall, muscular, and just plain hot jock of a roommate? Unfortunately, Chance doesn’t see Rico the same way. Or does he?<br><br>When Rico is hit by a car while riding home on his bicycle, Chance shows him a side of his personality Rico never expected. Maybe it’s the heat or his concussion, but when they argue, Rico’s hidden feelings and insecurities come out in the open, for good or bad. Maybe getting sweaty could make it all better.

Sweat

“What’s really going on here, Rico?” He folded his arms and I tried not to drool at sight of the bulging pecs and veined forearms before me.


“Nothing’s going on,” I replied, mouth dry.


We stared at each other for a few seconds, those blue eyes like lasers as Chance seemed to read my every thought. At least, I hoped not, because then he’d know how pitiful I was when it came to him.


When he didn’t say anything after a minute had passed, I coughed. “Well, I should get going before traffic becomes a bear, so…” I raised an eyebrow for him to move since he kept standing there, and when his eyes flickered to my mouth, I licked my lips in response. Not sure why, though.


Since he wouldn’t budge, I sidled past him, trying not to whimper at the feel of all his hard and soft points—mostly hard—and quickly left the kitchen to grab my phone and wallet and skedaddle.


Chapter 3