"I must go back home now." Jeremy paused. "You know, you could offer to accompany me."
Andrew giggled. "That girl really was crazy."
"Tell me about it," Jeremy groaned. "I was ready to murder her when you ran in."
"I'm sorry," said Andrew. "For slapping you, I mean. You didn't deserve it."
"No, but June did."
"I couldn't even make out what she was saying," said Andrew. "Something about George loving her again, and the devil incarnate."
"Oh, that was just June being herself." Jeremy rolled his eyes. "Oh, well. At at least we're back together now, right?" He impulsively leaned forward and kissed Andrew, who happily returned.
"And it's all thanks to her," Andrew reminded as he pulled away.
"Well, yeah," conceded Jeremy. "I guess I owe her a thank you. If I decide to forgive her."
"I don't know if you should," admitted Andrew. "She really was crazy."
"Yeah, but I'll forgive her eventually. I always do. I mean, she forgave me when I published a story about her to the newspaper, so..." Jeremy looked down sheepishly.
Andrew stifled a laugh. "You and Abigail still running that thing?"
"Hey, it's way more successful than it was before," argued a defensive Jeremy. "We're the second—third most read newspaper in the village."
"How many newspapers are read in the village again?"
"Oh, shut up." As if to make him, Jeremy kissed him again. It worked.
When they pulled away, Andrew teased, "Little eager today, are we?"
"Hey, I thought I lost you for a moment," argued Jeremy. "Listen. Next time when you think I'm with someone else, or even doing anything to harm you, talk to me first, okay? Don't jump to conclusions.
"Okay." Andrew looked sheepishly at Jeremy. "I really am sorry about slapping you."
"Hey, it's fine. I can't even feel it anymore."
"You sure?" Andrew leaned forward and kissed Jeremy on the cheek.
"Now who's eager?" With a laugh, Jeremy leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend again. Maybe he'd put off going home for a while.