That was what he wanted—for Blake to goad him until he wasn’t shy; the tightness in his chest and throat would release. Now he would say things he couldn’t say before.
Jacob balanced both feet on the log. He knew what Blake was thinking, Just get on the log and I’ll help you. He wanted to feel the palm of Blake’s hand, to feel if it was as soft as it looked. Jacob inched further along the log, wavering.
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