Chapter 16

He wraps me up in his beefy arms and rubs his cold nose against my temple, letting out a happy sigh. I grab his sides and hold on tight, loving the feel of solid muscle under my hands. I never want to let go.

But both of us are aware of where we are—everyone here is accepting, as indicated by the rainbow flag sticker on the door, but it’s one thing to kiss him where hardly anyone can see and to make out in clear view of everyone—so we step apart.

“I missed you yesterday,” he says and shrugs out of his jacket, tosses it on the bench seat across from me, and slides in to sit. His foot nudges mine, and when he lays his hand on the table, palm up, I take it at once.

“I missed you, too.”