Simon steps in and looks around. I fold my arms, waiting. He turns back to me and grins. “This is a good game,” I say flatly. “Can we play this for the rest of our lives?” Snow reaches out and grabs my elbow, pulling me across the threshold and against him. He’s laughing silently and kissing my cheek. (For someone who is afraid of looking gay in public, he sure gets off on public displays of affection.) (That’s probably connected.)
