Shea shrugged. He dropped his fingers from my belt loop and scooted out from underneath me. We weren’t touching anymore. “Maybe. I don’t know.” The way his eyes skittered away said yes, he was, definitely. “I like the idea of it.” His voice was getting smaller. “Being someone’s one and only. A forever kind of thing.” Another shrug as he pulled himself up, slumped at the edge of the couch. “I want to be in love when it happens. I want the guy I’m with to love me, too.” Rouge flared from his cheeks to his belly as he grabbed his hoodie.
Shea🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
