Hammie gazed in utter astonishment at Jake, who was talking incoherently at him while he sat on his bed. All he could make out were the words "Mom", "Cameron", "back" and "secret".
"Jake stop!" he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her toward him, aware that her eyes were brimming with unshed tears. "I can't understand a word you're saying. Is your Mom here?" she nodded. "And she's found out your secret – do you mean she knows you're at Rawley Boys and are pretending to be a guy?" another nod. "Does she know we're "gay"?" Hammie did the little inverted commas thing with his fingers, while Jake nodded.
"Come meet her. As yourself, as who we are. She doesn't know you're my boyfriend, or anything." Finally able to talk sensibly, Jake blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "So come, now. She's at my little house."
Hamilton grabbed his jacket. "Just try to keep me away." He said, kissing her firmly.