The Reunion

by Meghan Quinn

Jesus . . . she’s so smart.

“You were the one who brought it up. I was fine not talking about the fact that we’ve seen each other naked, touched each other’s private parts, and then you ignored me for over a year until you needed a cake for your parents’ anniversary party.”

“Your smile can brighten anyone’s mood. And your spirit—it’s vibrant, passionate, addictive. You’re a ray of light on the darkest of days, and maybe you’ve made some decisions that didn’t pan out in the past, but you’re also so brave, so daring, that it makes me want to try new things, to put myself out there.”

He lets out a deep breath. “Palmer, I really want to fucking kiss you. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time, and I know that if I don’t kiss you, right here, right now, I’m going to regret it. So, I’m asking you”—his eyes connect with mine—“can I kiss you?”

think you know what I want, Palmer, but I happen to live here. This is my home, and it’s where I’m going to be for a very long time. It’s up to you to decide what you want.”