The garage wasn't air-conditioned so I closed the door behind me to keep the hot air out of the frozen tundra that was Jared's house. My body relaxed in the warmth and I let my arms fall slack at my side as I watched Jared move.
Every movement was equally elegant and intimidating, completed with extreme precision. I relaxed more, sitting down on the cement step beneath me. I watched his hands grip harder onto the machine and pressed my thighs together with surprising want.
Effortlessly, he stretched his back out over the long piece of wood, his hips brushing a rough edge, he leaned forward an inch more. The belt sander unplugged, dying instantly. The room went dead, Jared's heavy breathing washed over me like a wave in the desert.
As if there was an invisible string tied between us and
