When his alarm went off the next morning, Jaime didn’t feel any better than the previous night. A second hot shower and two ibuprofens finally washed away the last of his hangover. Dressed and ready for work, Jaime looked around his chic one-bedroom apartment. It was home, but it never felt so empty. Bedding Mr. Military only served to remind Jaime of why he was giving up the club scene. No numbers and no names wasn’t enough for him anymore. Turning over a new leaf was proving harder than he had thought it would.
Everything had been going well until Sempai Tyler had decided to ignore him. The insult hurt more than he wanted it to, even though Jaime knew he had done nothing wrong. Obviously, Jaime needed some kind of attention and looking for it from his straight karate sempai was not the
