“Who’s this?” Jamie asked, picking up a frame
from the top of the entertainment center. The minute they entered
Alex’s small apartment, Jamie headed for the photographs, studying
them intently. They were mostly Dave’s pictures from
graduation—Alex suspected that part of his friend still didn’t
believe he had finally made it out of high school, and that’s why
he kept the pictures on display.
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
frie
