God…
Then Jamie pulled on the T-shirt, hiding the freckled muscles
from view, and Alex managed to look away. “It’s kind of snug,”
Jamie said, flexing his arms. Alex heard the tiny sound of a seam
rip, and Jamie laughed. “I like it.”
“You would,” Alex muttered. He pointed into the trunk and
Jamie tossed his tank top inside before Alex slammed it shut. “You
look much better.”
“Do you think so?” Jamie asked.
When Alex nodded, Jamie unzipped his jeans. “Jamie!” Alex cried,
glancing around to make sure no one was watching. “What are you
doing?”
“Don’t worry,” he said with a wink, stuffing the T-shirt
into the waistband of his jeans. “I ain’t taking it all off. Much
as you’d like to see it, I’m sure.”
“Jamie…” Alex closed his eyes as Jamie’s hand smoothed the
shirt down flat over the bulge that poked through the open zipper,
but not before catching a glimpse of light red hair that trailed
into his briefs as if pointing the way. Why couldn’t this be easy?