“God,” Jacob sighs. The word is a rush of hope. “Avery—”
“I like you, Jacob.” Avery says it low so no one will overhear him. “A lot. More than I’ve liked anyone in a long time.”
“I like you, too,” Jacob whispers. “I’m glad we haven’t done much more yet, though.”
Avery frowns. He wantsto do more. They’re together, aren’t they? He believes that in relationships, affection is shown through sex. They’ve been playing around for a while now, testing each other, but it’s leading up to more. He knows it is. He wants it to. And he thought Jacob did, too. “Why not?”
Jacob shrugs. “I’ve fooled around,” he says, trying to sound nonchalant. Instead, he sounds scared, like Avery will run away because he won’t like what he has to say. “Just rushed into things, I guess. Never really had a boy of my own. Not like…”