I shouldn’t crave his hard body. He’s a straight jock, and I’m a wimpy nerd. Tired of being underestimated, I join a boot camp to toughen up. Caleb, my tent mate, is exactly what you’d expect—tall, ripped, and masculine. Jocks like him don’t usually notice guys like me. But Caleb does. And now, I’m desperate for a whole other kind of drilling. The hard, filthy kind.