Raymond
I sat in the bleachers with my laptop in my lap, but it was really hard to concentrate on my homework when Jackson was out there on the field, shirtless and sweaty, running drills with the soccer ball. He was incredible to watch, his lean body moving gracefully, dribbling the ball between his feet like it was just an extension of his body. He was so much more developed than the other boys on the field... he looked like a god playing among children.
Whenever he got a break, he’d grab his water bottle and squirt it in his mouth, and then his face would turn toward the stands to look at me with a grin, which would make my heart thump in response. I forced myself to look away from his beautiful, sculpted body and focus back on the screen. Science. Focus on science, Raymond.
