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I notice one of the kids in the back not interacting, and my heart breaks a bit. It’s awful how debilitating this diagnosis can be.
When Aviva steps up beside me, I hand Vance off to her and walk toward my main dude, Kyle. When he sees me, it’s only for a split second before he looks back down at the block he is holding. He never greets me at first, but by the end, we’re best friends.
“Kyle, you don’t want to go sing?” He shrugs, and I open my palm. “I’ll go with you,” I offer, and he doesn’t agree immediately.
He moves the block around and then says, “I don’t like the song.”
I nod. “Okay. What do you like?”
He places the block down and then taps his chin as he thinks really hard. “‘Fine Apple.’”
I want to laugh so hard. He’s such a ham. “That is my favorite song. Come on. Let’s go ask Evan if he knows it.”
Kyle takes my hand, and I can’t wait to tell his mom he requested that song. She’d told me about his obsession when he saw it on TikTok, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Together, we walk to the circle and sit down. He doesn’t sit too close to me because he doesn’t do well with touch, but he’s close enough to me to feel safe. Sometimes he hides behind me when other staff comes into our sessions. Thankfully he likes me, and when I see him and we make progress, it’s a high like no other. I love helping him.
When I look up, Evan sees me, and to my surprise, his smile grows. I beam back before leaning into Kyle. “Raise your hand and ask.”
He hesitates and then shakes his head. “You.”
“Together?”
He nods, and we raise our hands. Evan points to Kyle. “You got a song request, buddy?”
Kyle looks at me, and I nod, urging him on. “You got this.”
“‘Fine Apple’?”
“‘Fine Apple’! No way, that’s my favorite song!”
And with no hesitation, Evan starts the chords, his face so bright as he sings like a fucking angel. While the other kids are dancing or swaying, Kyle sits still beside me, singing the words to the best of his ability and as clearly as he can. He doesn’t smile, nor does he dance, but I know he is enjoying himself by how intently he watches Evan.
I move my gaze from him to Evan, and he may be singing the song Kyle requested, but I’m pretty sure he’s singing to me. His voice is so sexy, like ice cream melting on an apple pie, and I want to eat him alive. His lips curve as he sings, his eyes only on me, and everything inside me is on fire.
As the song ends, I look at Kyle, grinning as he nods, very satisfied. “That good.”
“I agree,” I say, and we all clap.
Evan pulls his gaze from me and asks for more requests. I glance back to where Nico and Aviva are standing, and I grin. But I notice Nico’s watching me with his brows furrowed. Gone is the proud papa, replaced by a guy who is suspecting I’m digging the musical talent. He has every right to suspect us—hell, I would if I were on the outside looking in—but I assumed that with everything else going on today, he wouldn’t notice something brewing between Evan and me.
And now, I suspect I was completely wrong.
