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Jacob was still blushing, but he nodded like a bobblehead androlled over and shimmied out of his sleep pants in about four seconds.

And wow. There it was. My best friend’s dick. And it washard. It was also maybe bigger than mine. Not longer, I didn’t think, but bigger around. Of course it was, because Jacob was hotter than me, got better grades than me—not smarter necessarily but, you know, he actually turned his assignments in, which apparently did wonders for your grades—was good at sports, and actually had more than one friend. Of course the universe had completed the package, pun totally intended, by giving him a bigger dick.

“Why are you glaring at me?” he asked.

“I’m not glaring.”

“Dude, you’re glaring at mydick.”

“I’m not!” I lied. “Get back over here.”

“You’re such an asshole,” he said a second before his lips found mine and his hands found the towel that was wrapped around my hips. His fingers slid under the fabric, loosening it, and the towel fell open. “Lie down.”

For a second we made an awkward study of too many knees and elbows, and then the mattress was underneath me and Jacob was lowering himself on top of me.

“Give me your hand,” he said and, shaking, I did. Then I almost pulled it away again when he licked it because, come on, that was such a gross thing to do. What was next? A wet willy? Except then he licked his hand too, and I understood what he was doing.

When he tugged our hands down to our dicks, I almost forgot to breathe.

It was like holding hands in the dirtiest way imaginable. Hot, wet, slippery hands. With dicks, and just when I was getting used to it, Jacob started thrusting, pushing us into a rhythm so we were rocking against each other. I let my head fall back, our fingers entwined, our dicks rubbing together in the hot channel created by our hands. Jacob leaned down and licked my pulse point and then sucked, hard, and that was all it took.

I came so hard I heard colors and saw music. Gasping for breath, I blinked up at the ceiling while Jacob came all over me. Then he kissed my throat again, and I tugged at the damp hair at the nape of his neck just because I wanted to feel him.

I’d touched the sun and I hadn’t crashed and burned.

Instead, for now I was floating, and Jacob was right here with me.

Wouldn’t it be nice if tonight could last forever?

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

JACOB

770 miles to go

Albuquerque, NM

Our laundry tumbled around in the machine as I sat on a hard plastic chair and watched it. Matt was still back at the motel, and he’d been snoring when I left. I’d sent him a text letting him know I’d taken our laundry to the nearest laundromat, but the way he’d been crashed out when I left, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he still hadn’t moved by the time I got back.

Last night was weird in that it didn’t feel too weird at all. Like all it had taken to shift my perspective had been tilting my head a little to the side, not turning my whole world upside down. Matt was my best friend and I loved him: old news. Matt was my best friend and I loved him and we’d made out and messed around: not so much breaking news as it was just an update on an old story. My feelings for Matt hadn’t changed. How could they? But then I thought of my family and my friends and the girls I’d dated, and I didn’t feel so sure that the world hadn’t flipped the moment Matt and I had kissed.

I watched our tangled clothes go around and around and around, and my thoughts did the same.

I didn’t regret last night. It hadn’t just felt good—it had feltrighttoo. But I was scared. I was scared of losing Matt, which was already old news as far as this roller coaster ride was concerned, but thanks to last night the ride now came with a couple of added emotional loop the loops. I was scared of how my family and friends might look at me differently. I was scared of how to figure it all out on my own, because in a few more days Matt would be in California and I’d be driving back to Cape Charles with an empty passenger seat. Like, what did life even look like when Matt wasn’t riding shotgun with me? And now same question but also I might be bi.

Something thumped in one of the machines—thump, thump, thump—and then the machine shuddered to a stop and started to beep out an alarm. Kind of a metaphor for this whole situation.

The woman in charge of the laundromat came to check the machine and to yell at the guy who’d put his shoes in the load, and I took the opportunity to slip outside onto the street. It was a sunny, cloudless day. It was still early but already bright enough that the sun seemed to bleach all the color out of the world. I moved to the storefront next to the laundromat and saw it was a salon that wasn’t open yet. Standing in the shade of the faded awning, I pulled my phone out of my pocket. At first I thought about texting Matt to see if he was awake yet, but then it occurred to me there was someone I could call for advice after all.

Matt always said I was slow on the uptake but I got there in the end.

I guessed that was true about more than one thing.

I called Charlie.

“Hey,” he said when he answered. “What’s going on?” In the background Luke asked who it was. “It’s Jacob. Jacob?”

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