Alex worked as a sound engineer; most of his day was
spent fiddling around with the silly effects, snippets of song, and
ad campaigns that the DJs used on the cheesy morning show. Showing
Jamie how to access the station’s extensive database of sounds,
Alex leaned over the back of Jamie’s chair as his friend fiddled
with the synthesizer controls. “What’s this one do?” he asked as he
turned a large dial, and suddenly the window in front of them shook
as a deep bass beat pumped out low from the speakers. “Damn,” he
muttered, turning it back down to a reasonable level.
Alex laughed. He found himself looking at the smooth flesh of
Jamie’s cheek and the faint downy hairs that curved around his jaw,
light and barely noticeable but there. He wanted to stroke that
peachy fuzz with the b
