“You know,” Landry said as he placed his mug on the table, “I’ve had a crush on you since I saw you that first time with your tuna sandwich.”
Surprised, I blushed, remembering my fishy breath. “You did? I mean, you flirt with everybody, so I wasn’t sure if that was just wishful thinking on my part.”
He turned to face me. “So you feel something, too?”
“Yeah, I do.” I turned to face him as well. “It’s not just that you’re a great looking guy. It’s deeper. Now that you’ve let me in a bit more and told me about the things you’ve gone through and still struggle with, it makes what I know of you even more special.”
His expression was so hopeful, it was almost heartbreaking. “Really?” he asked.
In response, I reached out and drew him to me, gently kissing each corner of his mouth, then nipping his chin.