“No,” said Shai, obviously determined. “My family doesn’t want me. They made it clear.” His voice broke once more. “But I don’t care right now. I’m with you. I want to be with you, Jared. You’ve opened up a part of me I’ve kept locked away for years and years. And I’m grateful.”
He kissed Jared on the lips, a sweet peck. Then he returned for a longer, more sensual, and lingering kiss.
Shai pulled away and turned bossy. “Now we gotta go. Plane’s not gonna wait for us.”
“But how are you going to pack? What are you going to wear?”
“Doesn’t matter. I have my ID, they’ll let me board, and if I don’t get out of Brooklyn tonight, I’m going to scream.”
“Alright—sheesh. But I’m packing a carry-on.”
“Fine. But I’m calling a car. You got five minutes, Mister.”
We already sound like a married couple, thought Jared. 8: Day 8