Chapter One Preview: Lead Us Not Into Temptation
The sudden vibration against his leg caused Jared to cast his attention toward the pocket of his jeans, where he removed his cellphone. There was a simple—seemingly innocent—text message blinking on his screen and had Jared known that all it would take is one text message to lead him to the one thing that would cause his world to crash and burn around him, he would have deleted it.
But he hadn’t.
Instead, the text read:
Although the message was abundantly vague, Jared wasn’t about to deny the sender’s request. He placed his cup upon the island before he pocketed his phone once more and made his way through the dense mass of dancing, sweaty, and grinding bodies in order to finally reach the sliding glass doors.
The humid September night heat hit Jared as he walked out onto the back deck, the scent of sweet grass in the air as he descended the stairs. His eyes were alert as he searched for the familiar face of the boy who sent him the text message.
Another vibration against his leg.
Jared removed the phone from his pocket with another lone simple message which read:
He made his way across the backyard toward the glass house nestled in the far back corner of the lot, hidden away from plain sight by a grove of Mexican-Olive trees. The sweet scent from the white budding flowers grew to be intoxicating by the time Jared reached the greenhouse and ducked inside.
Although it was a clear night, inside of the greenhouse, it was barely lit with slivers of the moonlight streaming in through the glass ceiling and Jared had to pay close attention where he stepped. Though there wasn’t much light, Jared could tell the greenhouse hadn’t been used to grow anything in years—the discarded bags of mulch and tools pressed into the far back corner.
There were hands against Jared’s hips, familiar, slender fingers that were calloused from many years of playing guitar that gripped at him—pulling him flush against the warm, hard body behind him. A soft, full mouth pressed against the side of his neck, scraping teeth against the strained muscle there.
Jared turned around to stare up into the familiar face of the boy in front of him. Through the silver light shining in through the glass, he could see the light dusting of nutmeg freckles against the other’s nose and bright, clear pine irises staring right back at him before he felt the calloused fingers grip gently at his chin, directing him ever closer towards the other boy, causing him to spiral faster and faster towards his own demise.
Had Jared known that after that night, his entire universe would have been ripped from underneath him, he never would have let Jensen kiss him in the greenhouse.