Tav had been grounded. And he’d been sulking, truth be told, because he felt it was bitterly wrong to ground him for teaching that s**t-for-brains Collins a lesson about sounding off about Tav’s boyfriend.
But, really, he ought to have known it wouldn’t stop Luca. Because one minute Tav was playing Age of Mythology on his computer, and the next his bedroom door was open and Luca Jensen was throwing his swimming bag onto Tav’s bed.
“The f**k?” Tav said, and raised his eyebrows when Luca shoved his chair back from the desk and sat in Tav’s lap. “How’d you get in? Everyone’s out.”
“Your mam left the kitchen window unlocked.”
“Burglar.”
“Not stealing nothing,” Luca protested, rubbing his nose along Tav’s cheek. “Leave your stupid game. I’ve not seen you since you slugged Jack in the face.
