“Yeah. That was not my best day,” Sergio confesses. “I do not want to know how that went over.”
“Well, luckily, it would seem none of us remembers it. So I think you’re in the clear.” Jeremy strains his neck to look at him. “But please don’t do that again. Okay?”
“I won’t,” Sergio says, meeting Jeremy’s lips to kiss him.
When Jeremy pulls away, he sighs and checks his watch. “Ten more seconds.”
Nine.
“Can I get another kiss?” Sergio asks.
Eight.
“You can have as many as you want when you break this loop.”
Seven.
“I’m gonna hold you to that.”
Six.
“You better.”
Five.
“Please don’t forget about me.”
Four.
“I could never.”
Three.
“You will.”
Two.
“Convince me again.”
One.
“I think I’m falling …”
Chapter fifteen
“Uncle Sergio! Wake up!”
“Oof … morning, buddy.”
“Hiss …”
“Dad said to come get you. Breakfast is almost ready.”
“I bet it is.” Sergio sighs and rolls back over in bed. At this point, after all he’s been through, he’s grown numb to Henry’s pain-inducing wake-up. His feelings of bodily anguish have been replaced by a new form of pain. A pain he can’t simply walk off, as matters of the heart have no legs.
Henry crawls over him, appearing on the other side of the bed. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Sergio says, pushing his face into his pillow.
