Chapter 43Steve sat shoulder to shoulder with Chris on the sofa, a kiss in the making. The movie turned out kind of boring. Maybe he wouldn’t wait until the end. It was Thursday, but it didn’t matter.
He pointed to the TV. “It sucks. Doesn’t it? Sorry about that.” The movie poster wasn’t on his wall and wouldn’t be.
Chris nudged. “It’s okay. I’m glad to see you. Thanks for dinner.”
Steve leaned in to make the move, which Chris welcomed with upturned chin. Lips met. Steve’s mouth fit on Chris’s like it used to. The shape and pressure hadn’t changed. It all came back to him, but not the same.
Something was different. It wasn’t the fullness of Josh’s lips. Maybe something about his tongue, the way the tip peaked through his mouth before it opened? No, it wasn’t that. When the lips parted,
