“Let’s light up before they find us,” Landon says, guiding Finn to a chair. He pushes him down and then sits right on his lap. I bite my tongue before I say something inappropriate and then lower myself onto the other chair and wrap my arms around Theo’s waist. He plops down on my lap without a fight, and I nuzzle my face into the side of his neck. He doesn’t even protest. He’s opening up to me, letting me in, one small act at a time.
