Forty-Six
Staring at the guy he’d had the biggest crush on for a while, Jax heaved a sigh. He was still coming to terms with the fact his anxiety had one less thing to use against him. Markus was whistling along to the song on the radio, his dark, blond-frosted hair still damp from the shower he took after training. The evening had started normally, with Lukas going to Jaxon’s to do their homework together before working on the complex model of the Canadian National Tower, or the CN Tower for short. Dread began mounting in Jaxon’s chest, sweat beading over his skin, running slowly over the planes of his back. It soaked his shirt, making him shiver. The area around them was slowly becoming more and more familiar to him, and it wasn’t a good familiar. It made him feel as though someone had put him i
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