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“Nope.” He shook his head. “Stop worrying about me, will you? Go have a nice time with your parents. They seem really sweet.”

His seemed like total assholes…not that I would say that to him. But the whole time we’d been standing there, they’d barely looked at him. And what the fuck was with them asking Caitlyn to show them the church. Andy practically lived there. He was far better suited for that kind of tour.

“Okay,” I said reluctantly. “But I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Stop it,” he insisted, rolling his eyes. “Trevor.” He grabbed my jacket and tugged it gently. “I’m fine.”

“I want to kiss you,” I admitted, covering his hands with my own.

“Well don’t,” he said, his eyes widening. “Your parents might see you.”

“Anyone can see me,” I said. “I don’t give a fuck. I’m not ashamed of you.”

“Really?”

There weren’t that many people around, and the ones who were didn’t seem to be paying attention to us anyway. So I leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his mouth.

“You’re crazy,” he said, laughing as he looked around.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Anyway, I should get back. But seriously, I’ll be home soon.”

Home.

Wow, that had slipped out so easily. But he didn’t seem to mind my use of the word, because he smiled at me again then turned and headed off.

When I got back to my parents, they didn’t seem to have seen anything, so I didn’t bring it up. I’d meant what I said, I wasn’t ashamed of him. But if I was going to lose him anyway, there was no point in getting into with my family just yet.

“What do you want to see next?” I asked them.

“How about the library?” Mom suggested, hooking her arm through mine. “Unless you want to show us the chapel, too.”

“Yeah, I can do that,” I said, leading them toward the church. “Andy taught me what to do with the sponge.”

“Did he?” Dad asked. “You guys seem pretty close.”

Oh shit, maybe they had seen.

“We are,” I agreed. “He’s my best friend.”

“That’s lovely,” Mom said, hugging my arm tighter. “And he’s going to be a priest, right?”

“That’s what he says,” I agreed. But I wasn’t giving up hope. It was probably incredibly stupid, and I was sure I was setting myself up for heartbreak, but I couldn’t help it. I needed him to change his mind.

But I needed him to do it because he wanted to. Not for me. Not for anyone else but himself.

****

“Princess, I’m home!” I called as I walked into the apartment.

“I’m in here!” Andy said from the bedroom.

I leaned against the doorframe and looked at him, stretched out on the bed, a book in one hand and a Red Bull with a straw in the other.

“What are you reading?” I asked him.

“Macbeth,” he answered, setting his book down and taking a long sip of his drink. “Hey, did you finish your paper? This week has been so fucking crazy I never even asked.”

“I did,” I assured him, walking in and shutting the door before sitting down beside him. “I think it’s pretty good, too.”