My boyfriend, Ben.
y boyfriend, Ben.Boyfriend, Ben.
Boyfriend, Ben.Boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend.
Boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend.Ben had no idea how to be a boyfriend, but maybe showing up at the Sports Complex during Rae’s lunch because he couldn’t stand to go another hour without kissing her was a good start. He hadn’t told her that. Hadn’t said anything to her at all before simply sweeping her into his arms, where she fit, where she belonged, and kissing her.
She was the one who’d applied the label. Changed his life for what felt like the tenth time this month.
He bit into a ham and turkey sandwich on thick slabs of sourdough and groaned. “This is fantastic,” he said around the mouthful of food.
“Bread Company,” one of the men said. “Best bread in town.”
“Ben makes soft pretze
