Chapter 39

It lacked the urgency from the dance floor, but Eli was smiling all the same when they parted. “I like it when you do that,” he said.

Jarrett ran his thumb over the corner of Eli’s mouth, fascinated by the tiny dip and how quickly the bottom lip swelled to ripe proportions. “I like kissing.”

“I actually meant the not asking part.” His lashes dipped for a split second in obvious embarrassment, but lifted again to meet Jarrett’s gaze as boldly as ever. “Like you know you can. Like you know I want it, regardless.”

The confession startled him, even if it shouldn’t have. They’d been dancing toward this moment for years. He would never have made a move on a confused, just out teenager, no matter how cute he was, but he’d known from the start Eli was different. And now he could learn everything about him, with full knowledge that each understood what it was the other wanted.