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

Since the cafe had free Wi-Fi, I was able to get some work done, and have my coffee obsession indulged. I know, I know, it’s hot out, but I still needed my caffeine like a true addict, no matter the weather.


An hour later, I finished the story I was working on, and was now attempting to make headway in the fantasy piece that I’d begun my sophomore year in college. It was one hundred pages so far, with a complex plot and lots of characters, but I was taking my time with it, not wanting to rush.


As I made notes in my quiet corner, I heard the waves crashing against the shore. The sun was brutal. Most people wore as little as they could get away with, including me. The cafe had a shoes policy, the shirt not being an issue, but the top I wore had so many holes in it, it practically qualified as being bare-chested. The wooden floor had sand all over it, and my bright yellow flip flops hadn’t fared much better.


Chapter 5