Chapter 7When Jackson arrived at Alex’s house the following day, it wasn’t Alex’s intention to do anything more than simply enjoy Jackson’s company. They walked along the beach, relaxed and comfortable in each other’s company. But every time their gazes met, Alex saw the same hunger and desire in Jackson’s eyes that burned through Alex’s own veins.
Finally, Jackson stopped and turned to face Alex. “Can we go back home? If I don’t get my hands on you soon, I’m going to die of blue balls.”
Laughing, Alex shook his head. “Well, we can’t have that. Come on.”
Since the beach was quiet, Alex slipped his hand into Jackson’s. The physical contact helped ease the nerves that warred with anticipation. What if he thinks I’m too fat? Or not big enough. Maybe he doesn’t like hairy chests.
The doubt
