Chapter 57

“Wait.”

“For what?” Frank twisted away.

“I…I’m…Fuck, man! Why do I even have to care about you at all?”

“I didn’t think you did,” Frank said. “How would I?”

“Because.” Renny grabbed Frank again, by his cable knit sleeve. He yanked him so close Frank could feel the brush of Renny’s hair against his forehead as the stiff breeze that warned of rain and lightning tossed it all about. “You damned fool!”

“Let me go,” Frank pleaded. “It’s not safe.”

“I don’t care. I don’t care who sees me, not anymore.” Renny pulled him closer. His breath reeked of whiskey and Hershey bars. It was Halloween, after all. Their lips touched, and they kissed in a way Frank had only ever seen in romantic movies. It ended with a loud smacking sound. And as Frank stood there amazed—shocked, actually—Renny kissed him again! There was a definite jolt. Frank tingled. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He thought from the kiss, but then he heard the rumble of thunder in the distance.