" I gape at Peter, who’s in shorts, his t-shirt completely soaked, bouncing the basketball. He stops at the sound of my voice turning to me. And holy shit. The nerd alert himself is missing his pocket protector and glasses. His shirt, which is practically see though, shows off his pecks. He stops dribbling and, with his free hand, he takes the hem of his shirt and lifts it, using it to wipe the buildup of sweat from his face.
Fuck. Me.
Of course, Nerd Alert has a solid six pack.
“You okay over there? You look like you haven’t eaten in days, licking your lips like that. "
― J.D. Hollyfield , Passing Peter Parker