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I like Tyson because not only he is witty and funny, but in spite of being shy and sometimes insecure he is a smart and strong young man.

“Oh my god, why is no one taping this?” Chris demanded, digging for his phone. Tyson gasped. “He wants to tape us doing it! He said he likes voy…voyer…he likes to watch,” he hiccupped. “This is amazing. If Ty doesn’t come next week, I’m not coming either,” Wilson mused. “I’m gonna come tonight,” Tyson said, flicking his eyebrows again. “Gage promised.” Everyone laughed again.

“I think you need some food in you,” I said, waving down the waitress. “I think I need some you in me,” Tyson countered, and Chris laughed so hard he nearly fell out of his chair. Becky covered her mouth to hide her grin. “Later, angel.” I wrapped my arm around his shoulders to steady him. “You promise?” he slurred, waggling his eyebrows. “

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“I messed up, Mon.” I was in the kitchen to collect an order of hash browns but was taking my sweet time so I could get the support I needed from my friend. “What happened, did you drop something on the floor? Just brush it off, nobody will ever know. That’s what I do,” she shrugged. Wow, I’ve eaten the food here before. I did not need to know that.

“Chris, can you take a picture of Gage sticking me in the back? Oh my god, Gage, can you handcuff me?” ​“You guys just wanna fuck in the back while I drive?” Chris offered. “I’m into vouyerism too.” ​Tyson slapped a hand over his mouth. “I didn’t mean it like that! I just thought it would be a funny picture to show Monica. Oh god, this is so embarrassing.”

“But you do realize you just confessed a crime to a cop, right?” ​He shrugged, not looking bothered. “It’s okay. You can’t use it in court. It’s privileged information.” ​“That only applies if we’re married,” I teased. ​He leaned over the table and gave me a serious look. “Are you proposing?” ​I barked out a surprised laugh before Tyson erupted into a fit of giggles. “You should’ve seen your face!” he squealed.

“Do you know how they make holy water?” ​“No, how?” ​“They boil the hell out of it.” ​My head fell back onto the seat behind me as I went into a fit of giggles. “Oh hey, I wanted to tell you about his anti-gravity book I’m reading.” ​He tried to school his face into a serious look when he asked, “What about it?” ​“It’s impossible to put down!” I nearly blew the punchline because I was laughing too hard.

“Yeah, I’m gay, Tyson.” It was the strangest coming out session of my life. ​“You’re…you’re…” he grew pale again as he ran a shaky hand through his hair. “I think I need to sit down.”

“Your partner?” His face grew very pale and he swayed on the spot. “You have a partner?” He must not be aware of police protocols. “Of course, I do.” “Of course, you do,” he repeated back in a whisper. I was beyond confused. “Tyson, everyone on the force has a partner. It’s the rules. Besides that, it’s safer. Nobody goes it alone.” “Oh.” I saw the moment recognition hit him. “Oh! You mean a work partner.

“The man is trying to kill me,” I announced, plastering my back against the wall again. ​“What man?” Monica demanded, stomping toward the door, spatula clenched in her hand. I grabbed her arm before she could leave to seek vengeance. ​“Nobody’s actually trying to kill me, Mon. I was talking about Officer…I was talking about Gage.” I smiled at the name. “He’s just…he’s so handsome.”