Chapter 3Later, after Thai food and essay-grading that turned into helping Finn with the puzzle because Wes couldn’t resist, Finn kissed him: deliberate but with intent, unmistakable. Wes kissed him back, deep as hope and full of hunger that had nothing to do with food and everything to do with Finn, the answer to all Wes’s questions.
They made it to the bedroom this time, mostly because essays and the puzzle-box were occupying the couch. Finn peeled off his own shirt, tugged at Wes’s. Wes reciprocated, hasty, needing. Skin to skin. Hands. Mouths. Finn’s arousal, stiff and hot as Wes touched him, made him moan, walked him back to the bed.
Finn’s love of autumn danced around the bedroom too: a wooden black cat on the dresser, back arched; a burnt-orange decorative pillow; a leaf-garland o
