When Skyler came back, he didn’t say a word, just sat down next to me on the log and began washing my feet.
“You don’t need to do that,” I said, trying to pull them away. “I’m fully capable.”
“Believe me, I know,” he said, and after a quick glance over his shoulder, he kissed me.
I kissed him back, pulling on the front of his shirt to bring him closer.
“What do you think everyone will think about this when we tell them?” he asked thoughtfully.
I smiled. “Our moms will love this. It’s a total best friend flex—their respective offspring dating. It’s the ultimate bond. Like our friendship bracelets but in physical form.”
“You and I are human friendship bracelets for our moms?” he asked.
“Well, you made it sound stupid, but yes!”
“You’re right, it sounded perfectly logical before that,” he said with a smirk as he continued to run the rag over my feet.
“Never leave,” I said.
His hand brushed along my ankle, his smile slipping. “I wish I didn’t have to.”