Extraits

ONCE DINNER WAS OVER, Jago went back up to his bedroom to unpack. When he was done, he lay on his bed and got out his phone. Unable to resist the temptation, he opened his photos and scrolled through to the ones of Will that he’d saved from the summer. Will smiling, goofing around, raising a pint glass in a pub, sticking two fingers up at the camera with a surfboard under one arm, laden down with climbing gear at the bottom of a sea cliff. Jago got to his favourite photo of Will, the one he’d taken after their first night together. Will grinned at the camera, his dark hair wet from the sea and dripping into his brown eyes. The warmth in those eyes was all for Jago.

He loved Will’s eyes, the dark brown was so compelling and exotic. When he’d commented on them, Will had laughed, saying brown was boring. “Yours are like the sea.” He’d leaned in close to look carefully, making Jago’s breath hitch. “They’re like that dark slate grey that the ocean turns on a cloudy day.” Jago had blushed, embarrassed at the attention, and turned away, changing the subject.