“This is my favorite picture,” Johnny said, stirring me from my thoughts. He tapped the photo. “And he’s my hero.” “Your dad?” I whispered, eyes glued to the photo. “That’s you with your mam and dad?” “Yeah,” Johnny replied. “In all our glory.” “And it’s your favorite photo because it’s of you and your parents?” Johnny shrugged and the movement caused his hard chest to brush against my back. “That’s partly why it’s my favorite.
