“I wanted to dance with you.”
Hank lets out a single, breathy laugh. Self deprecating. A tinge jealous. Mostly in good humor. “You didn’t need me for that.”
“I didn’t say I wanted to dance. I said I wanted to dance with you.” Connor glances up, determined to make his intentions clear.
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Chapter ten! Halloween Party at the Manfred home! Connor unwinds and Hank tenses up while a stuffed giraffe with a doctorate and feather boa watches on.

















