Chapter 6
And damn, but he’d had Charlie on his mind ever since. He’d even dreamed about the guy. One of the most vivid, realistic, sexually-explicit dreams he’d ever had. His dick perked up at the memory.
“How’d the first night go?”
Owen looked up from the table in the teacher’s lounge and smiled at his friend. Joey taught biology down the hall from Owen’s English class. “It was good,” he answered, shrugging.
“But?” Joey took a seat and pulled his daily peanut butter and jelly sandwich from his insulated lunch bag. It wasn’t because the guy was cheap—he seriously lived for PB&J. Actually, it was Almond Butter. There were kids with serious allergies in the school, so peanut butter was banned, but Joey loved the almond butter. Still called it a PB&J, though. At least he occasionally changed up the jelly flavors.