“You’re killing me,” Grady said, once they finally got to the fourth floor, and Jamal pressed him against a wall yet again. He kissed him harder than time, letting his tongue explore between his lips.
“What a way to go, though,” Jamal said, breaking the kiss to whisper into Grady’s ear. “Any last words?”
There were none. Grady kissed Jamal back feverishly now, understanding that he would never catch his breath. He was with Jamal Knight, famous player, former student, and everything was muddled in his head. He would not catch his breath even if they stopped and said they’d meet in the morning. He’d still be wanting, yearning. And so he should just take the shot.
They made out in the stairwell for a minute or two. Grady shuddered each time Jamal’s large hands touched a new part of his bod
