A little while later, Jacob asks, “Are you almost done?” He can see Avery still scribbling so he knows the answer already. He still hasn’t opened his French book. Le Petit Prince has nothing on Avery tonight.
Avery laughs. “Not yet.” He doesn’t look up from his notebook.
Jacob suspects he might not be done tonight at all, or at least not before curfew. He doesn’t want to go back to his dorm without a little loving. He thinks of that quick kiss when Timmy wasn’t looking. His whole body flushes at that.
He waits another fifteen minutes. He can see Avery’s watch from where he sits across the table and watches the hands move until they both point around the eight. Quarter ‘til. They have to be in their rooms by nine because it’s a school night. That doesn’t leave much time.
Avery sets down
