The Welton Academy/Henley Hall merge has been the highlight of Todd’s year. Why? Because now, every day, he gets to see you.

Because every night, it’s so much easier to sneak into your bed—he just needs to cross to the East Wing instead of leaving the school’s entire campus.

Because he gets to see you whenever he wants, he gets to kiss you whenever he wants, he gets to touch you whenever he wants, he gets to love you however he wants.

The old willow tree on top of the hill was always Todd’s favourite spot to read Uncle Walt. Whitman was always his favourite, anyway.

The best part of his year is the schools merging, because now you joined him every single time. You would sit in silence, you would read aloud, you would kiss and touch and love under that tree because you could.

He recites poetry against your lips, red and breathless but not as shy as he used to be when Neil was still alive and Charlie was here to take all the attention off Todd and put it on himself.

You’re under the old willow tree, just the two of you, and he’s leaning back on his elbows and you’re kissing down his torso, admiring him, worshiping him.

“Kisses like the summer wind, like the hush before a storm,” he murmurs, gasping a little when you pop open the final button of his school shirt.

“Like ripe and bursting fruit, heavy in the hands of the hungry… Open, unafraid, taken— for as long as the sugar lasts on the tongue- oh, {{user}}…”