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.He tried not to look when Henri hurried out of his clothes and into his flannel pajamas, but hecouldn t miss Henri s long back and the thick hair on his thighs.Logan turned around to changebefore Henri could catch him watching. You want to try to stream something tonight? Henri came over, both his body language andhis gaze more guarded than they d been before.Maybe Logan had read this whole thing wrong. If everyone else heads back to the campfire after they swim, we might get the chance. Hedragged on a sweater, rubbing his arms. Or maybe they ll all have hypothermia and fall asleep. Sure. Logan hid his disappointment. Sounds fun.A few minutes later they climbed into the tent.Maybe it was Logan s imagination, but now thatthey were in the dark again, Henri seemed to brush against him an awful lot as he adjusted hissleeping bag in the tent.The drums and men s chatter in the distance sounded tribal, primitive.They spurred Logan on.He should be doing something, he knew this.His palms itched to grab, and his blood pumped likelightning through his veins.If only he could figure out what in the fuck he was supposed to do. You really want me to keep this here? Henri dug in the suitcase that separated their sleeppads.Shadows hid his expression. No. Logan cleared his throat, his voice hoarse with an equal mixture of fear and lust.Henri must have felt it too, that energy buzzing between them.Logan couldn t be imagining theway Henri s pale billows of breath were slow and rhythmic, or the way Henri kept leaning towardhim before pulling away. Okay.Then I ll put it down by my feet. He picked up the bag and twisted, getting on hishands and knees directly in front of Logan.It was all too easy for Logan to imagine lying acrosshis back to kiss his neck.As if he heard Logan s thoughts, Henri stilled.There was a long, limitless minute while Loganwondered if Henri was waiting for him to do something, maybe crawl over him and do exactlywhat he was thinking about.Or maybe Henri was gearing up to tell Logan he needed to findsomewhere else to sleep.Henri backed up a few inches, so his heels almost touched Logan s knees.Logan didn t move.Mind gone blank, he held his ground while Henri slowly lifted up to kneeling.Henri s back was toLogan s front, only a foot away. Logan? Henri s voice was more tentative than anything Logan had heard him say so far. Yeah? He would have done anything Henri said right then slept on the ground, sucked himoff, made love to him.Logan would have spread and let Henri fuck him, if that s what Henriwanted. If you want&  Henri s words were little more than a breath but still loud in the silence of theirtent. Yeah? Logan rasped, unable to think about anything but the tension in Henri s shoulders andthe way Henri smelled. Just don t kiss me, okay? Not on the lips.Love doesn t come with a syllabus.Love Lessons© 2013 Heidi CullinanKelly Davidson has waited what seems like forever to graduate high school and get out of hissmall-minded, small town.But when he arrives at Hope University, he quickly realizes finding hisPrince Charming isn t so easy.Everyone here is already out.In fact, Kelly could be the only virginon campus.Worst of all, he s landed the charming, handsome, gay campus Casanova as a roommate,whose bed might as well be equipped with a revolving door.Walter Lucas doesn t believe in storybook love.Everyone is better off having as much fun aspossible with as many people as possible& except his shy, sad little sack of a roommate isseriously screwing up his world view.As Walter sets out to lure Kelly out of his shell, staying just friends is harder than heanticipated.He discovers love is a crash course in determination.To make the grade, he ll have tofinally show up for class& and overcome his own private fear that love was never meant to last.Warning: This story contains lingering glances, milder than usual sexual content for thisauthor, and a steamy dance-floor kiss [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]