"Uh-huh. Charming." It wasn't fair, really, that every other jock was just not really much to him, but here was Harvey and he smelled good. He felt good too. He didn't have any of the mannerisms that put him off the others. He wasn't a little slow or vacant. He was strong, but in a good way. In that ridiculous way where Edward wanted to lean against his chest. What a nightmare.

Or the opposite of a nightmare and very much not what he needed. "Maybe I'll date. I might be way better at it than you."

Couldn't be that hard. If only he could stop wanting Harvey. Why wasn't his mind in control here?