Jack smiles as he lowers back down. “Not all of us have warm sweatshirts like you.” He looks him over. “You willing to part with it?” I’m not sure if he’s flirting. All I know is that Jack has said he’s straight. Oscar pulls off his Yale sweatshirt and lightly chucks the clothing to Jack. “You sure?” Jack asks, about to pull his arms through the holes.
Cuteeeeeeeee
