“I have a test Monday,” Toby said, his voice steadier than he felt.
“Thinking so loud I can’t focus.” Leo leaned in, the gap between their shoulders disappearing. “It’s Friday night, Tobes. The game is in an hour. Why are we here?” gay teen orgy sex
Toby felt the familiar heat crawl up his neck. “Doing what?” “I have a test Monday,” Toby said, his
“And I have a game. But I’d rather be here.” Leo’s hand moved on the table, his pinky finger just barely brushing Toby’s. The game is in an hour
Leo didn't pull away. Instead, he hooked his finger around Toby’s, anchoring them together. “Let them wonder. I’m tired of being where I’m ‘supposed’ to be. I like being where I want to be.”
It was a small gesture, but in the quiet of the library, it felt like a lightning strike. For months, they had existed in this orbit—stolen glances in the hallway, long texts late at night about movies and fears, and these quiet moments where the rest of the world felt miles away.
He leaned closer, the scent of orange gum stronger now. “And right now? There’s nowhere else.”