Greg rubbed his hands over Ethan’s chest, then farther south. “Uh-oh.”
“Sorry,” Ethan said half-heartedly.
“You’re gonna make me work for it, huh?” Greg took Ethan’s hand and placed it over his own bulging erection. This was when Ethan should’ve pulled away, told him that he wasn’t Greg’s whore anymore. But he couldn’t slam that door.
“Is something wrong?”
Ethan shook his head.
“You sure? We don’t have to.”
“I’m fine.”
Ethan tried his best to get into the moment. He and Greg looked into each other’s eyes. Moonlight glowed behind Greg’s chiseled jawline, and he exhaled a pleasurable sigh. Ethan felt so close, yet so far. He had pangs of desire and nerves rumble through him, but this time it wasn’t an orgasm. It was something deeper, more terrifying.
And then he couldn’t stop himself. Ethan leaned forward and kissed Greg right on the lips. Adrenaline surged through him, like he’d punched through a window. Another wave of energy inundated him when he realized that Greg wasn’t pulling away.
Greg kissed him back.
Harder.
His soft, warm lips pressed against Ethan’s. His tongue pried open Ethan’s teeth and slid into his mouth. Ethan stood at full attention now, ready to poke a hole in his pants. His body was a unit of solidarity living in this moment.
Greg’s hands went to Ethan’s neck, and Ethan’s hands circled Greg’s waist. Body heat radiated through his core. He was afraid to pull away, afraid of what happened next. But it finally happened. They had to come up for air.
Neither of them said anything. They just smiled at each other.
Greg leaned against the tree. His mind seemed to be reeling with its own million-mile thoughts. Ethan kept silent. He didn’t want to ruin the moment. He didn’t even know what the moment was.
He ran his fingers through Greg’s hair. He’d always wanted to do that.
They looked at each other once again. Ethan didn’t want to break this perfect silence.
And then, for possibly the first time ever, Greg Sanderson blushed. “Well then.”
CHAPTER twenty
Ethan was not able to simply walk around campus. No. His feet refused to take calm, regular steps.
He had to jump.
His body had to stop every few steps and jump. He couldn’t contain the energy bouncing around inside him like kids in a moonwalk. He had to release the valve and let it out.
I made out with Greg Sanderson! He likes me!
Well, he hadn’t stated it that way exactly. “I’m still figuring shit out,” he had told Ethan outside his dorm.
“I get it,” Ethan had said, even though in his mind, there wasn’t much to get. They’d made out. It had been shooting-stars amazing. Greg obviously had feelings for him. End of story.
“I’m going to need some time.” Greg had cupped Ethan’s cheek for a second before dropping his hand. He hadn’t specified how much time he needed, but Ethan assumed a few days. At least until Tuesday when they had Con Law. He couldn’t imagine Greg wanting to stay away any longer. Ethan doubted he had that type of willpower.
Ethan passed the library on this lazy Sunday, and his heart swelled up. The sun shone brighter. His eyes saw clearer. He believed that Greg would figure out what he needed and that, soon, they would be a couple. Maybe Greg would invite him home for Thanksgiving. Ethan knew he was getting ahead of himself, but still.
He jumped.
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If Ethan was jumping on Sunday, by Tuesday morning, his legs were practically pogo sticks. He boinged from his Spanish class to Con Law. Pins and needles took over his entire body as he approached Bamberger Hall.
