Chapter 8

Jack made himself nod as he rose up from the couch, following after Tyler, who was already heading for the front door. “Are you sure you’re okay to drive?”

Tyler rubbed his hand over his head but it did nothing to tame the mass of brown curls. “Yeah, yeah. I’m okay. I’m good.”

He reached for the door and opened it and Jack wasn’t sure what made him do it, but he slammed his hand on the edge of the door and closed it again with a loud bang. He slammed his other hand down and trapped Tyler’s between his arms.

“Jack?” Tyler exclaimed, eyes going almost comically wide.

Jack leaned forward, his arms bending at the elbow, until his lips were a centimeter’s distance from Tyler’s. This was a mistake, yeah, he knew it. Couldn’t stop himself anyway.