“Happy Birthday, Handsome.” “Best one yet,” he winks, stepping back slightly. “Why didn’t you say anything?” I ask, genuinely curious. He shrugs. “Because I didn’t want you to feel like you had to come out if you didn’t want to, and I wasn’t gonna if you weren’t.” He reaches up and tucks my hair behind my ear. “But... it’s your birthday.” “And I wanted to spend it with you.”
