Who: Theodore and Jamie What: Alone time Where: An empty classroom on the fourth floor, just off the stairway When: Tuesday night Rating: Potentially higher than just plain innocence
Knock. Knock. Knock. "Jamie Chambers," Theodore whispered, and the door opened with a soft click. Theodore slouched in and he closed the door behind him. The room was warmer than the drafty hallway by a good deal, and just as Jamie had said, there was a large armchair facing a roaring fire, the back of it to the door.
You're so filthy, Teddy. You'd just go in there and give yourself to him, wouldn't you? WOULDN'T YOU? LITTLE HUSSY--
If I can't accept you on your worst days, how do I deserve to see you on your best?
Theodore's heart leapt, still remembering those words, loving them for the way they cut through the nasty voice in his head. He shuffled across the floor quietly and stood over the back of the chair on tiptoe, reaching down to thread slim fingers into Jamie's blond hair. Instantly, just with that little touch, a sense of calm washed over him.