Capítulo 4: Chapter 4

He went out to the field, only to find the P&J Bucks—the football team—having practice. And one of the bigger players came sprinting across the field in an attempt to catch the pigskin. Tom pretended to admire the tight end’s form—mmm, tight end indeed—but in actuality, he couldn’t tear his gaze from the bunch and flex of the muscles of those sculpted thighs beneath the tight white pants.

He should have been paying more attention, but a tiny shriek from the sidelines and the warning shout from the Bucks came too late. The tight end barreled into Tom, sending him sprawling to the ground, the breath knocked out of him.

“Hey, little buddy. Are you okay?” The tight end sounded panicky.

Tom opened his eyes and blinked, trying to clear the fog. “Yeah. I’m…” He stared up into the bluest eyes he’d ever seen, and he smiled. “I’m Tom. Hi.”

“Hi yourself, Tom. I’m Jack.”

“Nice to meet you, Jack.”

“Hey, Jackson,” one of the other players shouted. “Get your ass back here.”