A little over an hour later, they walked into Wade’s townhome again. They’d stopped at a little family diner, and Wade had tried to get Neal talking, but mostly he’d just responded to prompts from Wade.
They set Neal’s boxes just inside the front door.
“Want a beer or something?” Wade asked when Neal didn’t make any move to head up the stairs.
Neal shook his head. “I think I’d better stay away from alcohol for a few days. Maybe some tea?”
“You got it.”
Neal followed him into the kitchen and Wade took out two light blue mugs. He filled the tea kettle with water and set it on the lit burner.
When he turned to face Neal again, the man threw his arms around Wade’s neck and covered Wade’s mouth with his own.
He stood there stiffly, shocked to his core. Neal had never kissed him before. W
