“Jesus, Hunter.” “I know.” I faced the river and adjusted myself, then looked around. Luckily, only a few people lingered nearby, most studiously ignoring us, none looking like homophobic arseholes, although one man shot me a knowing smirk and a thumbs up, for fuck’s sake. Alec snorted, shaking his head. “And you were nervous just holding hands.” He flicked me on the forehead, then threaded his arm through mine and pulled me back onto the path, making for Twelfth Avenue. “Come on. I need my beauty sleep.” “Wait.” I stopped, pulling him around. He frowned. “What?” “This.” I held his chin
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