John laughed aloud when Arik echoed his thought by saying, “I don’t think my knees can take much more of this, although it was definitely worth it.” Arik stood, pulling John to his feet, and kissed him again. Then, stepping back, he said, sounding both reluctant and amused, “We should get you home. I think your grandmother’s waiting up for you again.”
Looking toward his grandmother’s mansion, John saw the lights were still on in the living room. “I should have called her.” He grimaced, adding, “God, that makes it sound like I’m still a teen who has to check in.”
“No,” Arik replied, wrapping his arm around John’s waist. “It makes you sound like someone who gives a damn about the people who care about him. So, do you want to go back and get your car or shall I just walk you home and—” he grinned, “—kiss you good-night on the doorstep.”
“We’ll walk.”
Linking hands, they did, and as promised Arik kissed John again before leaving.
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