Chapter 7
It might have been more poetic for Jesse to keep staring into the tide as Jack approached, but instead he whipped around at the first sounds of flip flops smacking along the sand. He wanted there to be no doubt of his feelings this time around.
He watched as Jack knelt onto the sarape and shared a reserved smile. Jesse stamped down the doubts beginning to swirl in his chest. No point in stressing about what Jack was thinking; he’d know soon enough. And if the outcome were unfavorable, he could be back to sulking on the couch in a brisk fifteen-minute walk.
“I saw your tweet,” Jack said, then cringed. “I mean, obviously. Since I’m here.”
Jesse wanted to slide closer and wriggle his way under Jack’s arm, but he remained rooted to his spot. “I’m glad. I wanted to talk to you,
