Chapter 87
“Coffee sounds really good,” Jesse murmured. The more he thought about it, the more he realized a lot of things sounded good. Coke. Ice cream. Pizza. Gideon not being so far away. Tentatively, Jesse lifted his hand again, this time reaching out to touch Gideon’s leg.
The muscles were hard beneath the fabric of his pants, twitching as soon as Jesse’s fingers touched them. Gideon made a strangled sound in his throat, ending with a small cough, but he never moved.
“Anything else sounding good? Emma’s only been gone for a little bit. If you want something special to eat, all I have to do is call and tell her to bring me what I need to make it for you.”