Chapter 50

But the only thing that tells Jacob he’s real, too, is the dull pain between his legs, Avery’s hands along his skin, the tender kisses Avery keeps dropping onto Jacob’s hair and face. Jacob’s afraid if Avery falls asleep, those things will stop, even the pain. He doesn’t want any of it to stop. He wants this, tonight, forever.

So he sighs. He wants to talk. “Was it like this for you?” He means the pain. He means the cuddling afterwards. He doesn’t want to picture Avery in someone else’s arms, but he has to ask. He has to know.

Avery shrugs. It’s an easy movement that settles them closer together, like pieces of a puzzle fitting into place. “Not really.” When he talks, his voice rumbles through his chest and into Jacob.

Jacob loves the way it rolls through him like thunder.

“No?” Jacob raises his head to rest his chin against Avery’s chest. He looks up at Avery’s neck. It curves, graceful, in the faint moonlight. “Why not?”