He waited, watching the lights dance in Justin’s eyes, in and out of the curve of his smile and the dimples in his cheeks.Īnd when Justin’s gaze flicked to his, Wes leaned in, eyes open, until their lips were millimeters apart. He stepped forward and cupped his hand around Justin’s cheek, then stroked his football-calloused thumb over Justin’s sharp jawline. Shouldn’t his heart be pounding? Shouldn’t his hands be shaking? Where was the earthquake in his soul? Why wasn’t his mind screaming at him to stop?Įverything felt right. He’d always thought kissing his first guy would be harder. Justin’s smile, the lilt of his laugh, curled around Wes’s heart. The image crystallized, every flicker stilling as Wes’s mind freeze-framed the moment. So careful.Īt night, the Eiffel Tower lit up every hour, a million dazzling lights twinkling off and on, off and on, and the glow played over Justin’s face as he turned stared, eyes so full of wide-eyed wonder it stole Wes’s breath away, made his lungs stutter and choke. Work up a travel training routine so he could stay in shape away from the campus gym. Pick up extra shifts so he had a little more leeway in his budget. Schedule his flights so he wouldn’t miss the final week of football practice. As long as I can clear it with Coach Young. We can make it work with your scholarship.
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