“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.
“I have a test Monday,” Toby said, his voice steadier than he felt. gay teen orgy sex
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.” “And I have a game
Toby felt the familiar heat crawl up his neck. “Doing what?” Leo didn't pull away
Toby finally looked up. Leo’s hair was a mess, blonde strands sticking out in every direction, and his varsity jacket looked three sizes too big for his lean frame. In their small town, Leo was the star runner—the guy everyone expected to take the local beauty queen to prom. Nobody expected him to spend his Friday nights in the back corner of the library with the kid who ran the AV club.
The air in the library smelled like old paper and the citrus gum Leo always chewed. Toby kept his eyes glued to his biology textbook, but he wasn’t reading about mitosis; he was counting how many times Leo tapped his highlighter against the desk. Three taps. A pause. Two taps.
He leaned closer, the scent of orange gum stronger now. “And right now? There’s nowhere else.”