“I met your mom.” Avery keeps his voice low because it’s dark. Jacob still clings to him. Avery has never felt this close, this intimate, with anyone, not even after s*x. It’s the oppressive scent of the church that does it, he thinks. It makes the confessional so small, so private. It’s a place where secrets can be whispered and kept. A place for forgiveness.
“She’s here?” Jacob asks.
Avery nods, his chin in Jacob’s curls.
Jacob’s arms tighten around him. “f**k. They’re going to expel me. You know that.”
“Maybe not.” But Avery doesn’t believe that. The monsignor is waiting for Jacob and he’ll talk to Jacob like he promised, yes, but Avery still thinks Jacob will be expelled.
God, he doesn’t want that.
So he offers, “Maybe you’ll just be suspended for a little bit.” Even though he do
