They left Gabby in his stall, and strolled the fairgrounds outside the equestrian center, the closed-up exhibits looking forlorn in the afternoon sun. Marcus occasionally bumped against Philip’s shoulder or let his hand brush against Philip’s hip. Marcus felt a prickle of sweat ease down his back.
This really is like junior high again. Geez.
They stopped at the gazebo outside the Florida history exhibit. Brown lattice surrounded the wood decking, and golden pothos had snaked over the panels to create privacy. Marcus nodded towards the shady enclave. The air inside was green and gold from the vine’s leafy shield.
They sat on the picnic tables inside the gazebo, feet on the benches, legs apart. Marcus deliberately pressed against Philip, no subtlety this time. He took Philip’s hand in his
