Jason stopped walking—nobody right next to them; good—and tugged Colby even closer. “Can I kiss you?”
Colby blinked at him, perplexed. “Because of the walnuts?”
“Because you’re f*****g adorable, and I like olives, and I like you.”
“You can’t possibly find me talking about olives adorable—”
Jason raised a finger.
Colby sighed. “That’s a rule, is it? No disagreeing with you?”
“You can disagree with me. I want you to, if you have something to say. But not if it means insulting yourself.” He tapped the finger once over Colby’s lips. “Like the apologizing to me. Don’t tell me I don’t think you’re cute. I do. I should know.”
“Oh. Jason?”
“That still okay? As far as…” He considered phrasing. “Me being in charge? Not too much?” He wanted this one—he wanted Colby to believe in his complimen
