Avery’s room is dark, just as he knew it would be. He clicks on the lamp by his bed, throwing shadows back into the corners.
Jacob takes off his blazer and begins to unbutton his shirt. Then he drops his books to the floor and sits on the edge of Avery’s bed.
“Well?” Avery asks. He waits.
Jacob flops back on the bed. “I just keep telling myself it’s not as bad as it could be.”
Avery shrugs out of his own blazer and shirt. He shucks off his pants and kicks them away. In his T-shirt and boxers, he crawls onto the bed to lie down beside Jacob. He unbuttons his boyfriend’s shirt the rest of the way, taking his time. Kissing Jacob’s neck, he asks, “How bad could it be?”
“I could be kicked out.” Jacob takes Avery’s hand in his and eases it down until Avery cups his crotch. “How long will Ti
