I want to ask him a million questions, make him describe exactly how it felt to have someone’s tongue in his ass for the first time, but I know that will spoil the moment. Instead, I nuzzle into his neck, finding my crook, and lie against his chest.
An owl calls outside, and I notice that our friends are quiet, maybe gone to bed already.
“You know,” I tell him, “we’re not supposed to have sleepovers at each other’s houses, but we’re not at either of our houses right now…”
Chase chuckles, his chest bouncing beneath me. “You want to sleep over in my tent, Cubby?”
I shrug. “If you’re asking.”
Chase pulls my face up to look me in the eyes. He’s got a dopey smile, and his lids are half-closed, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him happier.
“Right here,” he says, holding me close. “Stay right here.”
