“Yeah,” Adam agreed, dropping his eyes. His mind immediately supplied an image of Alec showering, naked, water streaming down his body, wreathed with steam, and Adam banished it with effort. “Okay. I’ll be in my room.” He wanted to be alone, terrified of anyone seeing him like this, flustered and aroused. At least in his room he could find something to put over his lap.

Stealing one last glance at Alec, Adam retreated quickly, returning to his room and curling up on the bed in a sort of ecstatic agony. He’d never been so attracted to anyone. He’d never ached like this with a crush, yearning for Alec’s attention. It hurt, but he didn’t want it to stop.

He wasn’t sure if it was minutes or hours that he was like that, curled up and longing. When a knock came on the door, he sat up fast, grabbing the book from his nightstand to put over his lap just in case he needed it there. “Come in.”