Chapter 8
Owen
Sitting next to Charlie for two hours while the movie played and not being able to touch him was agony. So many times Owen had wanted to hold his hand. He just wanted that simple connection. If they’d been dating a while and Nathan knew Owen as Charlie’s boyfriend, that would be different. But they weren’t at that point yet. He certainly hoped they would get there, though.
Charlie’s leg brushed against his and the man gestured to Nathan, whose eyes were closed. “A couple more minutes and he’ll be out.” Charlie whispered.
Owen smiled and patted Charlie’s thigh, then pulled back his hand, but Charlie grabbed it and laced their fingers together.
“Been wanting to do that all evening,” Charlie admitted.
Hope surged through Owen and he squeezed Charlie’s hand. “Me, too.”
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