บท 3: Chapter 3

“‘Course. Why not?”

“Um, okay. I’d, um love to,” Mason said,

trying not to gush.

Once he’d finished chewing his sandwich,

Mason dared to sneak a quick glimpse at Parker. Noticing the

chiseled chin had a smear of grape jelly adhering to it, he warred

with himself over what to do. He so wanted to lean forward to lick

Parker’s jaw clean, but he quickly pushed away that fantasy.

Instead he pointed to his own chin and said, “You missed a

spot.”

Parker smiled as he wiped away the errant

food.

“Better get off to class, got to finish my

homework before Mrs. Harris puts us to sleep,” Parker said,

interrupting Mason’s musings.

Mason watched as Parker gracefully unfolded

his long limbs and stood up, towering over him, the early afternoon

sun creating a halo around his medium-length blond hair. Mason

found it difficult to breathe.

“Get a seat at the front on the 40 yard line.

You’ll get a good view from there.” Not waiting for a response,