Chapter 9
After dinner, Alex sat on the sofa as Jamie thumbed
through his DVD collection. “I want to watch this,” Jamie would
say, pulling out one movie, but before he managed to get the disc
into the player he’d see something else and pull that movie out, as
well. He sat cross-legged in front of the TV, and Alex wanted to
touch the curved bumps of his spine that peeked out from beneath
the short hem of his T-shirt. His jeans gapped in the back, the
waistband of his boxers exposed, and Alex remembered that they were
still unsnapped beneath those jeans because Jamie had only zipped
up the pants when he got dressed.
That thought didn’t help any. Alex felt nervous now that
the meal was out of the way and it was just the two of them.
Suddenly he felt the same way he had years ago
