Those LA Boys (Markson)
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"Mind if I join you?" I jumped slightly and turned around to find Jackson standing there without a shirt on. He only carried a towel.
"Sure."
I returned my gaze on the pool so I wouldn't stare at his lean and nicely tanned body. Not that I was looking, because I wasn't. But if I did happen to do that I'd- Okay I'm sure you get it.
"What are you reading?"
"Huh?" I looked at him.
He chuckled, "The book in your hands what is it?"
"Oh its Shakespeare."
"Hmm."
"Its stupid I know."
He shook his head, "Its not what I expected from an LA boy. You've captured my interest."
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