The change in Jamie since the memorial two days ago was incredible. He was openly affectionate with Dillon, holding his hand and kissing him on the cheek--even the lips--whenever he felt like it.
Neither of them had initiated a heavy lip lock, not since that day in the hall, but Dillon was hopeful. The s****l tension between them was thick, but he was letting Jamie set the pace.
Monday crept by, Dillon’s every thought having been dominated by Jamie since the minute Dillon dropped him off at his homeroom door.
Lunch didn’t last nearly long enough, to Dillon’s way of thinking, but the minute he saw Jamie waiting for him after school, the anxiety he’d been feeling vanished. Jamie was close, and that was all that mattered.
The Reed Savings and Loan was only about three blocks from school
