Some time later, Chip remembers he’s supposed to be helping Shawna work her booth. His lips buzz pleasantly from Bobby’s insistent kisses, and his whole body hums with pleasure. It takes all the strength he has to push away the boy of his dreams.
Hand in hand, they cross the park. This time when someone steps in Chip’s way and he has to move in front of Bobby, there’s no ghostly hand hovering behind his back—Bobby touches Chip’s waist, holding Chip in place directly in front of him. The touch is maddening. Chip loves it—the attention, the smile Bobby gives him when he looks back over his shoulder, the airy kisses he feels on his shoulders and neck. Raising the boa high over his head, Chip leans back against Bobby and plays the feathers out a little so he can flip them behind Bobby’s neck.
