Jim was filthy. His faded jeans were covered in dust, while the dirt that coated his bare, sweaty chest was even thicker. Grass stains ran down the side of his left leg. He even had some broken leaves stuck in his hair.
Ronnie couldn’t look away from him. Even like this, Jim was the best looking guy he’d ever known.
When he spotted Ronnie, Jim jerked to a halt, looking so surprised he was the spitting image of Grandpa Mac just a few moments earlier. “Did I leave something at your house?” he said in lieu of a greeting.
“No, no.” With the time at hand, his tongue felt thick and awkward around the words he wanted so desperately to get out. “I thought…I wanted to…” None of it was working. What he finally managed was, “I’m bored.”