Chapter 46

“Shit, sorry, I don’t mean—”

“No, it’s fine,” Anton interrupted. “Maybe I should just present that? That you don’t like using labels? You know, make the point that some people don’t and that’s cool, too.”

“Anything to get you to stop talking about school.”

Anton rolled his eyes, still making notes. “What d’you want to talk about?”

“Don’t really feel like talking at all.”

The paper and pen were suddenly slid out of Anton’s hands, and then Jude was just there, all up in his space so Anton could feel the heat rolling off him. They settled back against the pillows, Jude’s weight surprisingly heavy all along Anton’s body, and Anton scowled, mock-affronted.

“I was writing.”

“Yeah, you were.”

“I was practically doing homework.”

“And thus I am rescuing you from a fate worse than detention. See? I’m practically a hero.” Jude’s expression was nothing short of smug, and Anton laughed giddily, looping his arms around Jude’s neck and drawing him down into a kiss.