almost 15 between one wall and the other. Eddie doesn’t know why he stops in his tracks, why his feet plant themselves on the ground as he watches the boys as one of them takes a running start and launches himself into the void. +

The movement is perfect, full of power and grace, the way the muscle moves under his skin, exposed by a tank top and a pair of shorts, the way he folds his legs under him and reaches forward. He lands vertically against the opposite wall, hands holding onto the top of it. +