Kylie
We’re no longer hiding.
No longer restraining ourselves from touching, kissing, or teasing. Our relationship is public, and it feels good. It has only been one night, and we haven’t really been anywhere, but knowing I can touch him whenever I want to, that everyone will know he’s mine, is freeing.
We decide to have breakfast outside. It’s a lovely day, and we sit at the little table. Me in his shirt and shades, him in his shorts and nothing else. We hold hands, our legs are entwined, and we both wear smiles on our faces.
A few of the neighbours stare, and one even makes a rude comment. We ignore them. Let them think what they want. I don’t care. In fact, when that same neighbour insists on glaring at us while he’s cutting the hedge near us, I lean into Jesse.
With his eyes lock
