Chapter 11

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?