Chapter 7
In the morning Jacob wakes to tiny kisses in the concave of flesh between his collarbone and shoulder. Warm hands spread across his stomach, lower. Strong fingers entangle in the hair at his crotch. Even if Avery never says ‘I love you’ again, Jacob knows he does. He feels it in the curve of his boyfriend’s body against his, in the arms holding him close. He wonders how he managed to wake up every morning alone before this.
Saturday they skip mass to spend the day in bed. Jacob can imagine nothing better than to stay forever in Avery’s embrace. He hopes Mike never comes back. That night when they have s*x, it doesn’t hurt as much as Jacob remembers. He suspects that, by tomorrow, it might not hurt at all.
Then Jacob dreams something’s happened to Mike and he has to stay home t
