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“You’ll... Holt!” I gasped before he threw his head back, laughing. “This is my health we’re talking about, and you’re making jokes?”
He stopped to step up onto his toes and brushed his lips over mine. “You’re not going to fall asleep. Have ever done that during a meal?” He gripped both of my hands with his own. “Come on, we’ve kept them waiting long enough.”
“You have,” Killian commented from the booth right next to us. “But I’m curious how”—he waved a hand between us—“this is going to play out. Are you two together? Like a couple?” he asked as we slid into the booth across from them.
He was hardly recognizable with the baseball cap he wore, pulled down to cover his face with his dark curls sticking out on the sides. If I hadn’t seen his arms and hands covered in tattoos, I might not have known it was even him.
I turned to see Holt’s entire face turn bright red. “Right, well.” I dropped my arm over his shoulder. “We’re a couple. I love him.” I raised my chin, waiting for his reaction, not even realizing it was the first time I had admitted that aloud.
“Hey, that’s cool with me.” He picked up his straw, pulled the paper wrapper off the tip and then turned to look at Matthias. “Babe.” He grinned before he blew the rest of the wrapper at him.
“Always the mature one in the relationship, Kill.” But he was smiling. “How are you feeling, Watts?” he asked me.
Holt’s hand landed on my thigh. “I’m tired. I, uh, had a seizure last week, and that really knocked me on my ass. I probably won’t be back in a car until next year.”
“Shit, dude, that sucks. I’m sorry.” Killian pressed his lips together. “You know I’m a big fan of racing. It was weird not to see you out there on Sunday.”
The waitress came over to ask if we were ready to order, and I noticed Killian made sure to keep his face away, hidden, so she didn’t see him. Matthias put in both of their orders, and I wondered what that must be like. To be so popular, people knew who you were. Sure, people around here knew who I was, but it wasn’t the same. I wasn’t going to get mobbed by hordes of people if word got out that I was having lunch with my fiancé at some restaurant in the middle of nowhere. Some might come to say hello, ask for a picture or an autograph, but I didn’t have to hide the way he was right now.
I knocked on the table with my knuckles when the waitress had left. “We could have eaten at our place or yours. Gotten takeout,” I told him when Killian met my eyes. “I didn’t realize what a big deal it was for you. I guess I take it for granted.”
He shrugged. “I get sick of being a hermit sometimes. We spend a lot of time alone at our place. It’s nice to go out now and then. Not that I mind being alone with him. He saved my life.” He reached over to grip the back of Matthias’s neck before pulling his face to his.
Holt turned to look at me. “They’re cute, huh?” He smiled, and I reached up to trace his lips with my index finger. The dent in the middle, plump, full bottom, the thinner full top, and moved to press a kiss to them before I pulled back.
“Not as cute as you.” I murmured.
“We’re all fucking cute.” Killian tossed a napkin across the table. “Although, I prefer ‘hot as shit’ if you’re talking about me.” He grinned.
Holt rolled his eyes before he leaned toward Matthias. “Is he always like this?”
“He’s tamer than normal today. Probably the blowjob I gave him this morning.” Matthias snickered.
Killian clamped a hand over his fiancé’s mouth. “No sex talk at the table.” He chuckled.
For the rest of the afternoon, I felt almost normal. Just a guy having lunch with his boyfriend and their friends. Not a racecar driver whose career was hanging in the balance of his shitty brain, which may or may not give up on him at any minute.
Little did I know the worst was yet to come.
