Chapter 32

He opens the last door on the right. “Come in,” he says with a grin, sweeping his arm at the dark maw that stretches before them.

Jacob grins back. “This is cool.” His voice echoes as he steps inside.

Avery enters behind him. It’s crowded with the two of them in the booth, and Avery feels Jacob’s butt press against his crotch, but they fit. His libido flares to life again at the brief contact. Jacob throws open the tiny window that separates their booth from the priest’s. “You talk into here?” he asks in a low whisper. He presses his lips to the screen. “I’d like fries with my salvation, please.”

Jacob giggles. Avery smiles at the sound, so breathy, so close. Behind him, he fumbles for the bolt in the dark. When he finds it and slides it home, the scrape of metal on wood is impossibly loud in the tiny room. Jacob turns to him, eyes wide in the scant light that filters through the screen. “What was that?”

“Me,” Avery whispers. His hands find Jacob’s waist. “Just locking the door.”