Chapter 15

“Morning, glory,” Avery purrs. His voice is rumbly and half-awake. Jacob loves it.

As he turns in Avery’s arms, Avery kisses a trail across his collarbone. Jacob’s decided he quite likes being kissed. He likes this boy, who can’t stop touching him, who acts as if he’s the only thing in the world. Today he suspects he might be, and together they’re all that matters.

“Morning yourself,” he mumbles, easing his arms around Avery’s neck. One hand fists into thick reddish-blond hair, pulling him down for another kiss, a real one, smack dab on the lips. Jacob can’t get enough of these kisses. The best thing his parents have ever done for him is send him to this Catholic boarding school.

Avery shifts onto him—Jacob was right, just a few kisses and that pillowy cushion in his briefs hardens. It presses against Jacob’s own erection with a sweet crush that’s almost painful. Maybe they’ll go farther now that they’re both awake and very much undrunk. Jacob hopes so.