“No!” Jason bolted up from the bed, then forced himself to a halt: almost comically pleading, hands stretched outward but immobile. “I don’t mean, like, no, you can’t go if you want. I won’t stop you. I didn’t mean to move. I won’t move at all, I swear, just don’t go. Please. I’m asking. Not ordering. Oh f**k, this’s coming out all wrong, just—I don’t even know how to talk. Please don’t leave until I at least figure out how to talk.” All the muscles quivered, big-hearted and anxious. Jason’s arousal had returned, Colby noticed: a stiff stirring weight outlined by bedroom light.
He took a small step back that direction, away from the door. Looked up at Jason. Their height difference wasn’t that pronounced—some, yes, enough to be noticed, but only an inch or two—but the width, the breadth,
