Jack leans forward and kisses Todd. Their lips are warm in the cold air. Todd gives in and they find each other. He can taste Jack and feel Jack’s breath going into him. And when he pulls back, their foreheads are still touching. He puts his hand on Jack’s face. “Why?” he says again. He’s still crying. Jack looks into him with his sea-glass eyes. Todd can feel him then, inhabiting him, like that first day in class. But it’s different now; it understands itself. Jack reaches up softly and Todd flinches, but then calms as Jack wipes his tears from his cheeks. “Todd, I . . .” But Mr. Appel’s
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