Chapter 8

“I’m sorry the Pride Prom got canceled,” I said, finally. “I know you were looking forward to it.”

“Guess who still has all the decorations crammed into every corner of her bedroom.”

I grinned. “Maybe it was good that our first time was like this. I’d hate to get tangled up in some crepe paper or something as I was stumbling for the bathroom.”

Amber smiled, but declined to add anything more. I couldn’t think of anything to say either. It didn’t seem like anything needed saying.

“Dani?”

“Baby?” I watched Amber for a reaction. She grinned.

“Dani,” she said. “I’m going to miss out on snuggling with you.”

“I know, baby. I’m sorry.”

“Maybe tomorrow?” she said. “Maybe tomorrow when I drop off the fabric. Maybe we can sneak a kiss. Would that be alright?”

“Fabric?”

“For the masks, Dani. You are going to help me make the masks, aren’t you? Think about your grocery delivery driver, Dani. Put yourself in their shoes for a minute. Risking your health for minimum wage.”