Sure enough, he dropped his bag on the floor and bounced down onto the bed, one of the shortbread fingers already in his mouth. He made a noise that was obscene. “God, I love these.”
“Really?”
“Uh, yes?” Darren gave him a look. “Mrs. Smith—Paul’s mum—she makes amazing homemade ones, but I’m not picky.”
Jayden sat gingerly beside him, uncertain of what to do, still fumbling with his bag. “I, um,” he began, and Darren cracked open the Coke. “I was kind of hoping you could help me with my maths revision,” he blurted out.
Darren raised an eyebrow and swallowing an unhealthily large amount of Coke. “Really?”
“Um…well…” Jayden flushed as Darren set the drink and biscuits on the side table, having to lean right over his legs to do it. “Maybe…that would be a nice…side-effect.”
“I don’t think I can kiss mathematical ability into you,” Darren murmured, pushing Jayden down into the duvet and settling himself on Jayden’s chest. His weight was both pleasant and scary