I sit at the breakfast bar in Tate’s small kitchen, while he begins to make breakfast. I put the book down on the countertop. I really don’t feel in the right frame of mind for reading today. Not after what just happened. He kissed me. I don’t know why. He wouldn’t give me an answer, other than sorry.

All I know is it felt good. But I got to keep this normal between us. He is taking my lesson today, perhaps longer if Devin isn’t well for any longer. Plus, I like Tate being around. I hadn’t lied when I told him I had missed him. And knowing he had...