A part of Jefferson wanted to insist that Micah go straight back to Harvard and straighten everything out. Then the rest of Micah’s explanation filtered through his shock. He had informed his father he was leaving. He had stood up for himself. The young man Jefferson met just a few short months earlier would have never done that. Pride and respect and love swelled within him.
“Micah…” His name was a mere breath before Jefferson closed the final inches between their mouths and claimed his lips.
The grip on his hand tightened as Micah responded to the caress. He made a sound in his throat the moment before his lips parted, and Jefferson denied the small voice in the back of his mind warning him to take it slow to sweep his tongue across Micah’s before tracing back over his full mouth. The
