Page 98 of The Bro Pact
I can feel his gaze on me, but I ignore it, letting him stew in his feelings, hoping it’ll keep him close to me when this is all over.
Because how could he not be feeling the same things I am?
Everyone around us suddenly jumps up cheering, and I realize I was completely spaced out. I quickly hop up before Kyle notices, yelling when everyone else does.
“Homerun!” Kyle shouts, and the crowd goes wild.
I’m so distracted by my thoughts of Kyle that I missed that homerun.
I need to step away and clear my head . . .
Food. We need more food!
“Hey, Ky!” I holler over the thrum of the crowd. “There’s one more thing I want us to try. I’ll be right back.” I hop out of my seat, hurrying downstairs and making my way to the Ghirardelli ice cream stand.
Luckily, only a handful of people are ahead of me. “Hot fudge sundae, everything on it,” I order when it’s my turn and watch silently as the guy assembles my sundae.
Two scoops of ice cream, hot fudge, whipped cream, nuts, a square of chocolate, and a cherry on top later, I make my way back to Kyle.
“I present to you, the famous Ghirardelli hot fudge sundae with two spoons.”
Kyle’s eyes widen like a kid in a candy store, and I hand him a spoon, both of us digging in and humming at the flavor.
We share the sundae, not caring who’s watching as we sword fight with our plastic spoons for the last bite. And when the game’s over, we move with the crowd, hopping on a Muni bus to celebrate the Giants’ win.
“Let’s go see the city,” I whisper into Kyle’s ear, nipping at the lobe and making him shiver.
This is going to be fun.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
KYLE
We step off the bus in front of what appears to be a classic old movie theater.
“Castro,” I say aloud, reading the giant neon sign.
“Yep. We’re in the heart of the city,” Ren says.
I spin around, slowly taking in my surroundings and pausing when I see the pride flags attached to every light post.
“And gay central,” he adds.
“What?”
“Just relax, Ky,” he chuckles. “It’s a huge part of the city’s history, and a safe space for us at the moment.” He holds a hand out and I rest my palm against his, allowing him to tug me into his chest. “We can do things like this.” Ren takes his hat off, standing on his toes to press his soft lips to mine.
He tastes like beer and vanilla lip balm.
Myvanilla lip balm.
The one with SPF in it that we’ve been sharing this whole trip.
I kiss him, allowing his hands to roam my back and squeeze my ass in public, earning us a whistle and cheer from across the street.
Ren pulls away laughing and grabs my hand, tugging me down the sidewalk. “Let’s check it out.” He points to the little saloon-looking bar across the street a few shops down.
Twin Peaks Tavern.
