“If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?” Chad asks, closing the pastry box. “I don’t know.” I shrug. “I love it here. My family is here. How about you?” “Anywhere we can play.” “We?” He turns to face me, scooting closer. Oh my God, he’s going to kiss me. I chew my bottom lip, my eyes wide open. I refuse to miss this moment. Raising his left hand, he leans in. “Yes, we.” Chad wipes the corner of my lip with his callused forefinger before placing it in his mouth, licking the custard. I want to be that finger right now.
