Brian had a boatload of homework, but it all escaped him. He lay on his bed, staring out at their neighborhood, feet tucked under the duvet. His Uncle Jake was home early for a change, but the door to his room was firmly closed and he wasn’t about to go knocking. Instead he’d retreated to the relative seclusion of his room the second he got home. Matt also hadn’t been in the mood to talk and he would be the last one to force anything out of anyone.
The one guy he didn’t want to be thinking about kept creeping into his thoughts. Sad green eyes, dimply cheeks, great hairline, bulky ass, hairy thighs.
Damn it all.
He pushed his feet deeper into the duvet as that afternoon’s encounter with Oliver replayed itself in his mind. They’d had a moment. The guy was hot, but that couldn’t have blind
