Noah did…something…just as his mother had instructed.
He finished reading the chapters of A Tale of Two Cities his English teacher had assigned the class. He dutifully locked his windows and set cloves of garlic on the sills. Not that he was certain it would work, but he was an obedient boy. Finally, he got ready for bed. He left his shirt, jeans, and socks in a puddle on the floor—a small rebellion he would correct in the morning—and he stared down as his shorts tented in front of him.
Is this what a crush feels like? he wondered.
And wouldn’t it be amazing if Gabriel showed an interest in him? Not that Noah expected anything like that, because he was just a fifteen-year-old teenager and Gabriel was…Noah sighed dreamily…amazing.
He went to the bathroom and washed his hands to remove a
