17 - Pizza Night
Rob felt the twin prongs of anxiety and desire playing with him as he picked his way over the rounded granitic rock crisscrossed with pale veins, like old scars. When Josh Tallgate had raised his hand to his scalp, the gesture had revealed two scars in a X pattern, not well hidden under the ink. The ink had emphasized Josh’s perfect arms into a work of art.
He almost lost his tongue when Josh proposed to carry his bag.
Now, he felt utterly aware of the powerhouse following a scant paces behind him. If he had been walking in a shadowy NY street, Rob would have run as fast as his legs permitted. The kind of hoodlum his mom had warned him against, before he left for college. Ah, the college… Those years will change you, she had said, holding him in a tight motherly embrace
