“I’d like that,” Adam said, knees going weak when Alec smiled at him. So he had a crush. This was a crush. He’d never had much time or energy for them before, when every scrap of his attention went to school and work and Gansey.

But it was still a pointless, wasteful thing, because Alec had his warlock, and even though Alec was gay, it was unlikely that he was interested in scrawny, stubborn magicians.

“We were going to talk,” Adam said, though he was struggling even to think about anything but how the muscles moved along Alec’s sides as he scrubbed his face with a towel. Adam wanted to know how his skin tasted with a yearning that felt absurd.