Maddox linked his arm with mine as we began to walk. “You need to be firm with him so he knows his boundaries. Kinda like a puppy. Oh, and if you’re cooking, make it tofu.” Jeremy came up between us and shoved Maddox away. “He’s my Steve. You get your own Steve.” He linked his arm with mine like Maddox had done. “And I fucking hate tofu.” He’s my Steve. His arm hooked with mine, his hand on my arm.
