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“How does he make you feel?” Thinking of Orson, picturing his face and the way my cheeks hurt whenever we’re together, makes my entire body prickle with awareness. “Alive.”
“You really inviting me to touch you?” “Do you want to?” I sneer. “That’s like asking a thirsty man if he wants water.”
“You don’t need to be sure of anything, sweetheart. We’re friends. That’s important to me. The rest I won’t say no to, but I’m never gonna push, and if there are things going on in your mind that you need to work through, then work through them. There’s no time limit. And there are no rules that you have to be one way or the other.”
Never thought I’d be a grown-ass man, attending a Halloween party as a hot dog. At least I’ve got my bottle of mustard beside me, and being one of those matching-costume couples isn’t something I’d thought I’d be either. Especially because I like it.
