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I kiss him lightly, then tug him, and we start running. I drag him with me down the alley, around the corner, and we burst out onto Rodeo Drive.
The famous part of Rodeo Drive is short, with shiny storefronts and this utter sense of decadent luxury. All the major designers have boutiques here, with security guards outside—a few of whom I know by name.
Sam and I zigzag down the street, laughing as we dodge people strolling, families with kids, people talking on their phones or texting. We pass two convertible Bentleys stopped in the middle of the road—going opposite directions—so the drivers can chat, heedless of the traffic they’re holding up. In all likelihood, it’s intentional, so everyone will notice their $300,000 vehicles.
Thankfully, they’re diverting pedestrian attention and keeping gawkers from focusing too much on us. Sam and I get a few pointed fingers and shouts of “Hey!”, and I see a few cameras raised, but we keep going until we get to the end of the next block and double over laughing.
Then we slip into an alcove between two stores, and I press him against the wall and kiss him.
We’re breathless from running, and our chests are heaving, and I don’t care, because I feel so alive with him in my arms. With his clean-cut look mussed up for me and his lips all soft and sweet… he’s irresistible.
Our tongues slip into each other’s mouths, and I’m where I want to be, kissing Sam and holding him. Being part of his world.
I’m captivated by him. How he tastes and how he smells. The feel of him and the noises he makes, simultaneously soothing and arousing. The way I react when I’m with him, like I’m lit up from the inside.
Sam is the missing piece I didn’t know I was missing, and when he’s around, everything is better.
And I took a small step—a fast run down a short street—but it feels like I ran a marathon and crossed some great divide, hand in hand with my boyfriend.
Sam makes this low sexy noise in the back of his throat, and I know it’s because he wants more and he won’t let himself do it in public.
This feels slightly dangerous because, well, we are outside. Someone could walk by and catch us. I don’t think they will—we’re hidden—but it’s still daring.
We break apart, panting, and laugh again.
“Jules!” Sam says. “You make me do things I never thought I’d do.”
“Like break the rules?”
“Yes.”
“Like have fun?”
“That, too.”
I kiss his nose. “I hope you have fun with me all the time. Life’s too short not to.”
The searing noise of a siren passes by, and we step back from one another. He runs his hands along his thighs and adjusts himself. Then he gives me a sheepish grin. “I seem to always get carried away with you,” he murmurs.
“Good,” I reply.
“Do you think anyone got a picture of us?”
“I’m sure of it.”
Sam nods and swallows, tidying his hair. I love the way his hair gets disheveled when he’s with me, and then he puts himself together, all polished like a penny. “Okay, then. I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks. And you—are you okay dealing with your family?”
“They’ll be pissed. But I’ll deal with them, because you’re right. About everything. If you’re ready to be out, I’m ready to be out with you. This won’t be the end of my grandfather’s career or the end of gay rights nationwide.”
I tilt my head. “Shall we find Tom?”
“Let’s.”
When we’re seated in the back seat of my limo, I look at Sam and think:
Well…
