Page 169 of Seasons of Love
Since when am I so possessive?
“I missed you,” I say, and he melts into my arms.
“I missed you too. Sorry I couldn’t work at your place this weekend. Gerald is being a dick again.”
A big part of me wants to go to the store and put Gerald in his place, but I know that’s wrong. I can’t interfere with Milo’s primary job, no matter how much I want to punch his manager.
“Come on, let’s join the group, or they’ll come to find us.”
“Did you want anything? Why are we here?”
“I did, and I got it,” I say, giving him a peck on the lips. “I would have done it in front of the guys, but as you can tell from their stupid grins, they’re ridiculously and unexplainably invested in our relationship.”
Milo smiles. “So we’re in a relationship then?”
“Are you seeing anyone else?”
“Nope,” he says, shaking his head with an even bigger smile.
“Me neither.”
He pulls my hips against his, and I feel the tell-tale sign of his arousal.
“In that case, if you’re not busy later, maybe you can take me to your place and…” Someone walks past us to the bathroom.
“And…?”
“Take me to your place, and I’ll fill the blanks later,” he says.
“Can you stay the night?”
He nods. “Florrie has Sara. It was actually her idea.” He bites his lip. “Apparently, we’re not as quiet as we think, and the walls are paper thin. Florrie said her friend Vera introduced her to gay romance novels. They’re quite…descriptive. She says she doesn’t want to think about what we might be doing on the other side of the wall now that she’s read about what…might be happening on the other side of the wall.”
“I guess I can understand that. And as a bonus, I get to keep you all night.” I take his hand and we walk back to the group.
Tyler has arrived and already has a drink, so I grab one from the bar for Milo and join them.
“There’s never a dull moment in this town,” Arlo says. “First, we saved the craft fair from the claws of that woman, then we saved the school Spring Fair, and now we’re trying to save a playground. For a place called Stillwater, not much stands still.”
“Sorry I’m late.” Sage pulls out a chair and sits at the end of the booth. “Hi, all…Milo…”
He says Milo’s name like he’s more than pleasantly surprised.
“Hey,” Milo answers back.
“It’s been a while,” Sage says.
From the corner of my eye, I catch the guys looking at each other, but my eyes are on Milo.
“Yeah, it has,” he says.
“If you want to catch up, just give me a call anytime.”
What the fuck?
“Is it me, or do we need to start saving a bigger table? These booths are cozy and all, but in case no one noticed, it’s summer,” Harrison says.
“Quite true,” Levi says. “I suggested to the owners we should invest in bigger ones for larger groups of friends. The glass partitions help keep the noise down.”
