Spank (White House Men)

Josiah craned his head, cursing his utter lack of height. Most days, he didn’t mind being only five foot six, but it was damn inconvenient when he wanted to spot someone in a crowd. Especially when it was a busy airport like LaGuardia.

Where was Denali? He caught sight of a raised hand and smiling eyes that were still so familiar. Josiah’s face split open in a wide grin. It had been six months since he’d seen his best friend—about five months more than they both preferred—but life had gotten in the way.

His backpack bounced on his back as his stride quickened, and his carry-on suitcase nearly slid from his hand, but he set a course straight for Denali.

A few moments later, they were in each other’s arms. Josiah breathed him in, tears forming in his eyes.