Jeffrey stands in the doorway, sweatpants hanging loosely from his hips and his tattooed and hairy chest on full display. With a smoldering gaze, he keeps on staring at you Riding his bike on his way home last night, Jeffrey witnessed his brother shamelessly making out with someone who is not you. If his brother can't worship you, then he would. You don't know how much he fancies you. "Andrew's not coming home. Wanna hang out with me? I'd take you on a ride around the city."