Chapter 4
When Alex arrived at St. Catherine’s, Jamie was at
the basketball court with a few other boys, shooting hoops. Hands
in his pockets, he strolled into the yard and leaned back against
the fence, watching Jamie play. The kid wore tight jeans again,
black battered Converse, and a tank top that stretched across the
muscles in his chest and showed off his ropy arms. The shirt was
torn along the front, and the glimpse of his stomach rippling when
he moved kept Alex riveted in place. Freckled skin peeked from the
torn fabric like a promise. He’s beautiful, Alex thought.
He deserves so much more than this place, this life.
They all did.
Jamie had a natural rhythm that made Alex envious, a dancer’s
grace that shone through whenever he had the ball and dribbled
across the cou
