Chapter 2
Mike isn’t in. Jacob tosses his books on the floor by his bed and strips out of his blazer, then begins to unbutton his shirt. “I hate this damn uniform.”
Avery sits on the edge of Jacob’s bed, watching him undress. He’s not surprised to see Jacob isn’t wearing an undershirt—he says he likes the way the fabric rubs against his n*****s during the day. “Makes me think of you.” It’s only been a month since they met, but Avery already thinks he’s in love.
Jacob kicks off his shoes. He unzips his pants and drops them to the floor. Avery loves his legs. They’re tanned and covered with fuzzy blond hair. When Jacob wears shorts, Avery rubs his hands up and down Jacob’s legs, feeling the hairs stand up beneath his touch. Jacob laughs when he rubs the hair the wrong way. He says it tick
