Terrence did absolutely nothing but cling to me.

He was like a leech, his arms constantly wrapped around my body, his face buried in the crook of my neck as if tomorrow didn’t exist. I honestly didn’t expect him to be this clingy. Like, this level of clinginess. It was… unfamiliar. Disarming. And strangely overwhelming.

“What exactly are you doing, Terrence?” I asked, rolling my eyes even though I could feel a ridiculous flutter in my chest.

We were out on the lanai, supposedly ...