He discovered his hand was entwined with Chloe’s when she brought it up to graze a kiss across his knuckles. “So Simon. What do two perfectly consenting adults do on the rare afternoon without their hovering, matchmaking teenagers?”

“Oh. You know, I think I’ve forgotten in between dance classes, fundraisers, and football games,” he said with a laugh.

–From the upcoming story: “Bliss” in the Seasonal Shenanigan’s Summer Heat Anthology