Epilogue
A knock on the door, followed by a chuckling, “Stop hiding in the bathroom, Thomas Novak. It’s your parents we’re meeting.”
“I’m not hiding,” I grumble, and Lee bursts out laughing outside the locked door before he walks away.
I’m not, I’m just…mentally preparing. That’s right.
Why I need to mentally prepare is a whole other thing. It’s just dinner with my parents. With Lee. Same as a gazillion times before. But it’s the first time we’re showing up as a couple.
Correction. It’s the first time we’re going to tell them we’re a couple.
We’ve taken it slow these five-plus months after the conversation that changed my life forever. Not because of uncertainty—I’ve never been surer of anything in my life and Lee says the same—but because we’ve wanted to have time to get to know eac
