Quickly he hurries to the door that leads into the kitchen. He hears DeMar following and leaves the door open behind him. The keys skitter across the countertop where he throws them, then he’s at the sink, filling a glass with cold water to gulp down. He won’t lose it. He won’t.
He hears the soft catch of the lock as DeMar closes the door behind him. “Can I get a hug, at least?”
Josh sighs as he finishes his drink. “Do you think that’s a good idea?”
Silently DeMar crosses the kitchen to where Josh still stands by the sink. His arms ease around Josh’s waist to pull Josh back against him. Their bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, and DeMar’s embrace tightens as he hugs Josh close. He rests his head between Josh’s shoulder blades, just as he used to when they held each other i
