He wasn’t trying to be rude, but Jesse only acknowledged the shout outs he received along the way with a nod of his head or a casual “what’s up” and kept walking. Even though they were together twenty-four-seven, the moments he had with Emery alone were few and far between. Call him selfish, but he didn’t intend on sharing those precious minutes with anyone. Sidestepping a passing walker, Jesse bumped Emery’s side on accident. “Sorry, honey.” “That’s okay. What was I saying? Oh, yeah, I thought you all usually went to a bar on Friday nights? The past few weeks you did. How come not this week?” Placing a hand on her lower back, he turned the corner and guided her along beside him. It didn’t go unnoticed there was no surprise on her part, no flinching or stiffening at his touch. Inside he was beaming, although he couldn’t let her see he was silently celebrating. He had a long way to go, but remembering back to their first conversations from a month ago and how far they’d come, thrilled him.
