He hates it. This was stupid. He was thinking about taking a woman here when he starts to date again. This is obviously a date, obviously romantic, and I fucked up. He fiddled with the keys. Turned them over in his lap. “We can leave, if you don’t want to do this.” “No,” Nick breathed. “This is perfect.” He reached across the console—like his dreams, like his fucking dreams, just like this, one of them reaching for the other—and squeezed Colton’s hand. “You do know me.”
