He tasted of peaches, not hospital food and spearmint toothpaste, and the familiarity made breathing a little hard to come by.
“We’re right outside your school,” Darren whispered in the pause, and Jayden shook his head, forehead pressed to Darren’s, eyes closed.
“I don’t fucking care,” he said. “I nearly…you nearly died, Darren. I don’t give a shit what anyone in there says anymore.”