It took exactly nine minutes for Thad to make it to Jake’s apartment. That left twenty-one minutes to kiss goodbye before Jake’s mother sent a second text. Thad always pulled into the very last spot near the back of the parking lot, out of sight from most of the apartments and away from the noisy kids at the playground across the street. The only way anyone would see the two teenagers making out in the front seat of Thad’s car would be to take out the trash—the spot Thad preferred was close to the Dumpster, half-hidden by overhanging tree limbs and rampant honeysuckle vines.
Though they spent most of the afternoon locked at the lips, Jake could never get enough of Thad. He ran his hand across the back of Thad’s neck as he held his boyfriend close…or as close as they could manage with the
