When they leave the chapel, Jacob can’t stop grinning. He keeps covering his mouth to stifle his giggles. His hands touch Avery’s waist, his back, his wrists. He can’t seem to walk straight. “God,” he sighs.
Avery laughs.
In the stairwell, Jacob presses Avery against the wall, their books between them where Avery clasps them to his chest. Jacob’s hands hem him in, one on either side, keeping him in place. He kisses Avery’s throat and growls, a sexy sound that makes Avery laugh again. “Jesus, Avery,” Jacob whispers. His lips are hot on Avery’s skin. “I mean, holy f*****g cow. Damn.” He slips his arms around Avery, pulling him closer. He’s forgotten someone could find them here.
“No one’s ever done that to you before?” Avery can’t help but smile. Jacob’s cheeks are still pinked. “I though
