A space for the band had been set up, but they hadn’t started. The cafe was three-quarters full, mostly with clusters of friends, but the odd table occupied by a couple. Straight couples.
“Relax,” Darren said, and then suddenly his fingers were sliding between Jayden’s. His hand was cool from the late October evening, and his palm dwarfed Jayden’s by a long way, but Jayden clutched back all the same. Darren had calluses, and they scraped lightly against Jayden’s skin. He couldn’t help but imagine how that would feel when…if…
He concentrated on breathing.
He zoned out so hard that Darren ordered for him and pulled him to a spare table against one wall by that captured hand. “Sit,” Darren said and grinned when Jayden stammered an apology. “No worries. You’re cute when you get flustered.”
Jayden blushed again. Hard. “I, um…”