When Timmy leaves, Jacob rolls on his side. He props his head up with one hand and gives Avery his most simmering stare. “Avery,” he calls, keeping his voice low. He digs into Avery’s hip with his feet.
“Is the door closed?” Avery doesn’t turn around to check.
Jacob nods. He doesn’t think it’s locked, though, and Timmy left his keys on his desk. “How long do we have?”
Avery shrugs as he sets the bio book on the floor. “Fifteen minutes, maybe.”
He stretches out on the bed beside Jacob. Rolling onto his back, Avery smiles up at him. Jacob loves the way the overhead light shimmers in Avery’s eyes. They’re an impossibly light shade of green, those eyes, like apple-flavored Jolly Rancher candy. He touches Avery’s chest, smoothing out the T-shirt beneath his palm. His hand moves lower, unbut
