Chapter 10
Getting through that week without propositioning Damian turned out to be harder than sitting next to a plate of chocolate chip cookies without grabbing one. Applying his brain to his homework and class discussions felt five times more difficult than usual, and his friends and professors noticed.
“What’s up, Alex?” Sheryl demanded on Thursday afternoon. They sat in a cafe near campus with two other students, in a small group meeting about the translation program. “You’re not saying anything.”
Alex pulled his gaze from the window and forced his mind to the here and now—rather than letting it linger on his bed at home, with a naked Damian spread upon it. He glanced around at the group. “Sorry. Was thinking about…the Switzerland job.”
The other three murmured in understanding.
