"The world has a lot more problems than two men wanting to hold hands, Ozzy. If they have a problem, I'll deal with it. But most people are too busy enjoying themselves to pay us any mind."

He didn't push me to make a decision. We stood there for what seemed like an eternity, one step away from entering the street, one step away from turning back into the parking area. When I made the step forward, his arm slung over my shoulder, drawing me in close, and replacing the way his hand had held onto mine.

"Just talk to me, Oz." Blake's mouth dipped down to my ear as...