Avery is already outside his building when he comes down. “You look great,” Avery says, gaze straying to Jacob’s waist, where his pants hang low. Jacob resists the urge to hitch them up because he likes the way Avery stares at him.
“So do you.” Avery is wearing tight jeans and a white T-shirt. A black vest covers the shirt, tied across Avery’s chest with a thin cord. Jacob can’t wait to untie that vest, push it aside, and get his hands and his lips on Avery. He thinks he might try to untie it with his teeth, if given the chance.
They head for the gate that surrounds the school. Avery’s hands are shoved deep into his pockets. Jacob wants to hold one of them and can’t, so he sticks his own hands into the back pockets of his jeans. He doesn’t know what to say. “Thanks for inviting me.”
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