Shelving the plans for later, he finished making the pitcher of margaritas and went back outside. He put it down on a table and looked around for his…uhm…boyfriend. The term still sounded weird to him, and he had a hard time using it in a sentence, out loud. Olly had borne this and his other hang-ups with patience so far, but Rich wasn’t so boneheaded as not to be aware. Especially in front of others, Olly treated him with a certain caution reserved for skittish wildlife, even though there was nothing skittish about either of them when they were alone.
Yes, Rich was aware he needed to grow a pair if he wanted to be worthy of his boyfriend, and he wanted it very much. Just watching Olly standing with a group of people chatting and laughing woke a sweet ache in his chest. As if sensing being observed, Olly turned toward him and dimpled. The ache burrowed deeper. Rich swiftly closed the distance between them and put an arm around Olly’s waist. Olly looked at him with surprise in those gray-green eyes. Rich leaned in and smacked a kiss on Olly’s lips. Right there in front of everyone.
Olly smiled, happy as a lark. “Is everything all right?” he asked.
“Everything’s good,” Rich replied and pulled Olly closer.