How Can You Not Look?

[François Laffont]

Now Franck didn’t want to look like he was stalking the Emory twins, but it would appear many of the sports they practiced were those Franck did as well to work out. He was not a hundred percent sure it was a good idea to join another club. He might not be able to be there as much, with everything else he was doing. But joining the swimming or track clubs would grant him access to some areas of the school to work out, he thought. And if that also allowed him to see his boyfriend more, why should he complain about it? He’d just have to make sure Jasper didn’t think he did that to follow him.

The thought had been in his mind for a little while. What decided him what the terrible weather outside that didn’t call out for the usual jog he made around the school before heading to town. He figured going to the gym was a good idea. They must have all the equipment to keep him in shape. That, they had. Including one pretty sexy gym teacher or whatever title he had.

Ethan Parks was... he’d rather not think what Ethan was, other than being alone there since Franck just passed by a student leaving the gym after cleaning up whatever equipment was used. “Hmm, excuse me?” Franck let out, his French accent showing off slightly. “You supervise the track team, right?” Damn. Maybe he’d be best in the swimming team then. Or find another sport he could practice. One that didn’t include a boyfriend who’d be jealous if Franck ended up looking too much at the instructor and nto enough at him. But how could he not look?