Jason scoffed. “He’ll live. But yeah. Let’s move this upstairs, if that’s okay. I have to think if one of the kids next door stopped by it would be creepy.”
Cameron shuddered at that mental image and struggled to his feet before extending a hand to Jason. Jason didn’t need help getting up; he was a werewolf and as graceful as anything alive. Still, he took Cameron’s hand and met his eyes. “No pressure,” he said to Cameron. “We don’t need to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
Cameron smiled at him and pulled him in for a kiss. Then he led Jason up to his room. The voice in his head kept up its chant the whole time, reminding Cameron that this would only end in tears, and not Jason’s, but he ignored it. It sounded too much like Catherine, and no one wants to think about his mother w
