Chapter 6
“I’m sorry,” Jacob says again. He can’t stop saying it.
They’re in his room now, their room for the weekend, and it’s Friday night so they don’t have to study. Jacob lies on his back on his bed. Avery is stretched out beside him, propped up on one elbow. His fingers stroke through Jacob’s curls with an absent, soothing gesture. They’ve been lying like this for a while now. Jacob keeps glancing up at the tiny square packet sitting on the edge of his bedside table—one of the condoms from the box. He can still feel the squishy plastic on his fingertips where he touched it.
Avery tugs at Jacob’s curls, playful. “Sorry for what?”
Like he doesn’t know. Jacob sighs. “For making Timmy mad,” he says, though that’s not quite it. He’s afraid Avery will start thinking about how much trou
