Chapter 6

Pulling on his jeans, Alex grabbed the dirty

bedding and trotted down the stairs into the kitchen. “Dave?” he

called out.

No one answered. Thank God. The last

thing he needed was to face his roommate with a fist full of

come-stained sheets. Even alone, the bundle in his hand embarrassed

him; angrily he shoved the bedding into the washing machine. With a

violent twist of the knob he turned the machine on, pouring a

liberal dose of detergent onto the blankets. It disgusted him he

had even thoughtof Jamie like that, that his body

betrayedhim while he slept, getting hard and coming when he

wasn’t even aware of it. He hated that he dreamed of Jamie, dreamed

of having sexwith him, because even if the kid was

hot, even if he talked a good game and knew how to whore himself

like Father Nate said he did, Alex wasn’t like that.Alex

didn’t like guys like that, who were only interested in sex and not

much else. He didn’t need someone that shallow at all.