Chapter 7
The ride to the restaurant was entirely too short for Seth’s liking because it meant Chris let go of his hand—and Seth was already a big fan of Chris touching him. He sighed and climbed out, meeting Chris at the back of the SUV.
Chris wasted no time taking his hand again, and they grinned like kids on Christmas morning as they stood frozen in place, staring at each other.
“Well,” Seth said, “I guess we could keep standing out here and pretend we’re statues in the parking lot, but my stomach knows we’re close to food and it’s rebelling.”
Chris chuckled and pulled him forward. “Then let’s get inside and feed you.”
Surprisingly, the restaurant was fairly empty. The hostess asked if they preferred a table or a booth, and Seth spoke up quickly. “Booth.” He hated sitting in the mi
