Chapter 7The relief Micah felt at Elliot’s easy acceptance warred with his disappointment. Because holy s**t, that kiss. He told himself the intensity was because he hadn’t kissed a man in far too long, and that worked—at least for the length of the hellishly awkward drive from the restaurant to Elliot’s apartment complex. The building was a grainy concrete cube that brought back memories from his own early years of trying to work and save. That made him feel old and reminded him why starting something, anything, with Elliot was a bad idea.
There was no parking lot, but Micah managed to grab a prime spot along the curb for Elliot to get out. Except he didn’t. He was fiddling with the bag of sweet potatoes, like he was working up the courage to say something.
Shit.
“We’re here,” Micah sa
