Tucker turned to Chad. “We didn’t, like, actually—”
Chad put up his hand to stop the words. “I should go,” he said.
“Are you mad?” Tucker shoved past Roy and reached out for Chad. He wouldn’t take his hand.
“Gasoline,” Chad said.
“Oh.” Tucker looked at his tainted paw. “I can’t say goodbye without touching you.”
“You can kiss me,” Chad said. “I need you to kiss me.”
“I don’t want to kiss you without touching you.”
Chad touched Tucker’s cheek. He leaned in and offered a quick peck.
“Is that all I get?” Tucker asked.
Chad kissed him harder, so that Tucker ended up with his back to the side of the van. He put his hands behind him, otherwise he’d forget, and put them on Chad and get his Sunday best all smelly.
“I love you,” Chad whispered. “I can’t wait to see you again and pick up w
