Holding out his phone, Isaac took a shirtless selfie. Jamie
rolled her eyes and tried to ignore him.
“I mean, how could she not want this?” he asked, sending the
photo to his latest prospective girlfriend. She would want it. They all did. It
killed Jamie to admit it, but she did.
“Who is it this time?” Jamie asked even though she didn’t
really want to know.
“Exchange student. No time to waste.”
All the girls in the world and Isaac would never have
enough. Jamie stuck a piece of pizza in her mouth and tried not to think about
it.
“Hey, what are you doing Thursday?” he asked.
“Uh, nothing. You want to catch the game?”
“Got some comp tickets. Come with me?”
Jamie brightened. “Sure! What seats?”
“Gold, baby. We’ll be like kings.” He leaned over and
wrapped an arm around her shoulders, gesturing with his free hand. “See it, the
blood, the guts, the sweaty men, right there.” His lips at her ears he pecked
her cheek.
Jamie felt her stomach flip and she elbowed him. “Right
here,” she complained and held her nose.
“Fuck off. My musk is irresistible.”
Despite her crush, Jamie snorted at that.