Johnette got out of the car before he opened the door for her. She stomped up onto her porch and never cast an eye back in his direction. Just as well.
He put the car in gear and rolled down the street, happier than he’d been since picking her up. Alone, the situation yawned before him. Johnette wasn’t his only problem. No, Eron took the prize for that. Two and a half months had passed since they’d seen each other, and while he understood that Eron had ended things, Eron was all Garrett thought about.
He’d told himself that not seeing Eron since September didn’t matter, but damn, it mattered to him.
I love him.