Alex glanced over Jamie’s shoulder, ignoring the clean scent
that rose from Jamie’s neck. He wanted to bury his nose against
that soft flesh and breathe in deep, but he wouldn’t let himself.
Instead he pointed at the picture and said, “This is Dave. My
roommate.”
“Your boyfriend?” Jamie asked, frowning. “He’s kind of
hairy.”
Alex laughed. “Dave’s as straight as they come. He’s just a
friend.”
And he is kind of hairy,he thought, watching Jamie as he
set the photograph back carefully. Not my type at all.Right
now he thought maybe his type was a young redhead with curls and a
hard body, but he wasn’t going to admit that out loud.
“Who’s this?” Jamie asked again, pointing to
another picture.
Alex was all too aware of how close they stood, how Jamie’s
elbow brushed against his stomach slightly when he moved. It took
everything he had to look away from the fine hairs curling along
the nape of Jamie’s neck and follow his finger to see who he