Love in the Time of Tacos
“I love you.”Kevin squeezed my hands. “I need time to be able to say it back.”I wrested my fingers away. “How lon--” Before I could register the tears burning my eyes, my voice caught in my throat.“Jax, don't cr--”I scooted away from the linoleum table that was bolted to the tile floor. “I knew I shouldn't--”Kevin steadied the half-full cups of horchata on our table. “Yes, you should have.”I tried to keep my voice down in the taqueria, but I also wanted Kevin to hear me over the fútbol game...
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