“I didn’t . . . I mean, I just wanted to give you something that you . . . that you like. That you wanted. And I wanted you to know . . . it’s never too late to chase the dreams you had when you were a kid.” He grips my neck as I fuse my mouth to his. “Just to be sure, because I’ve been called a lot of things, but never a line . . . Being your line, it’s a good thing, right?”
