But he’s not thinking about December yet. And he sure as hell isn’t thinking about the new year, or Avery’s graduation, or the next year, Jacob’s junior year of high school without Avery. He doesn’t want to think of that at all. He ignores the college catalogues that clutter Avery’s floor. When the reps come to talk with the seniors, lining one wall of the cafeteria during lunches, Jacob glares at them because he knows they’ve come to take Avery away from him.
Not thinking that,he reminds himself. He snuggles closer to Avery, burrowing his head into Avery’s shoulder until he feels his lover’s arms tighten around him. Lover.It’s such a seductive word, sophisticated, grown-up, adult.They’re lovers now. Not just boyfriends, and worlds more than friends. Lovers.
And Avery says he’s amazing. Jacob feels his cheeks heat at that. He’s glad Avery is still asleep. He thinks Avery is more than amazing. He thinks he’s fucking phenomenal. Jacob suspects it doesn’t get much better than this.