“So goddamn happy.” Maximoff blinks back water that wells. “Tom knew he was gay…for as long asIcan remember, and I’m five years older than him. And when I knelt in front of him and hugged him—I felt guilty.” He cringes. “For not telling him sooner. I pretty much knew I was attracted to guys by thirteen. That’s two years where I could’ve told him.”
I extend my arm over the back of his seat, acting like I’m using the seat to check behind us. I just want to be closer to Maximoff. “It’s admirablehow much you care,” I say, “but he’s lucky he has you at all.” Warmly, I add, “Your compassion is showing.”
He tries to hold my gaze, but he can’t. Not with the paparazzi threatening to run him off the road. “Do you like compassionate guys?”
“I like you,” I say without a beat.
He licks his lips, neck reddening.He liked that.I lean back, keeping my arm on the seat.
Maximoff glances at me. “When did you come out to your dad?”
“I was eleven,” I tell him easily, “and my father asked me if there were any girls I liked at school. I said there were boys.” I almost laugh at the memory. “I can still see the shock on his face, especially as I confidently saidI’m gay, but after the initial surprise died down, he just started asking me about my crush. I came out at school around the same time.”
He listens carefully. “I remember you said something about how you weren’t that confused about it.”
That was a brief conversation we hadyearsago when he was sixteen. Both of us at a Fourth of July party his family hosted. I’m surprised he remembered.
“Yeah,” I say. “I could tell for sure when I was nine. I was at a mall, and I was attracted to the male underwear models in the poster ads. Eighteen years later, and I still have great taste.” I raise my brows at him.
Maximoff smiles. “Did you just call me hot?”
“I was definitely complimenting myself there.”
He’s about to flip me off, but the traffic steals his attention. And then The Carraways’ first song ends and chatter returns.
“I’ve been reborn,” Donnelly says.
“Hold me,” another bodyguard chimes in.
“Pass the tissues.”
“He fucking did it.”
“Damn, look how good he was,” Quinn adds.
“Our kid is all grown up,” Oscar says, choked up. “Shit.”
Maximoff has widened eyes, a bit stunned at all of their reactions.
“You didn’t realize,” I say, “your achievements are basically ours.” Our lives are dedicated to these families, and when they succeed, there willalwaysbe a part of us that feels like we succeeded too.
He accelerates again. “Since you’re not on a Cobalt’s detail, what’s your equivalent of this moment?”
I think for a short second. “The time when Luna learned to drive a car.”
Maximoff nods in realization. “My mom taught my sister, so that means…”
“I was in the car, too.” I notice the blue sedan the same time as Maximoff. He tenses, and we’re silent. I turn off the radio so he can concentrate.
The sedan flanks our left side, and two white SUVs are on our right, one on the bumper. Maximoff is a rigid board. Constantly eyeing his rearview mirror.
“Did you know,” he says, “that my dadbannedme from teaching Luna how to drive?”
“Yeah, and I agreed. Case in point.” I stretch towards him and read the speedometer. “One-hundred-and-ten.” I hang onto his seat and lay on his horn.
The sedan eases back, but the SUVs only squeeze closer.
“You should get off 95 now.”
