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James

The sun is fucking killing me, making me sweat bullets before lunch. My shirt is off, tucked into my jeans, now a rag to wipe moisture out of my eyes.

I would kill for some tunes, but I've learned that tiling roofs is risky business. You don't fuck around. You need to hear the stone when it slips beneath you.

I look down, and to my surprise see a bare ass. Round, smooth, and perfect. He opens a drawer and pulls out a pair of boardshorts.

When he leans over, I almost slip.

My heart skips a beat.

Or two.

Riley

I'm not a morning person.

Mornings aren't my thing.

After dancing all night down at First Beach, then getting home at four a.m., I'm still half drunk and pissed about coming home, all alone, again.

I fall over pulling my boardshorts on, and I give up wrestling with my shirt, so I'm half naked when I throw the front door open and shout for that asshole to quit making so much noise.

All I hear is crazy laughter, and the cheeky way he calls me twink.

My head pounds and I don't think. I stomp outside and shake his ladder hard.