"Why are you nervous?"
Eli rang his parents’ doorbell, then looked down at his boyfriend, who stood next to him on the porch, fidgeting.
Noah shrugged, while pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Your parents make me nervous.”
"They love you, babe."
"Your dad always makes jokes about me cutting my hand."
"No, he doesn’t. Look, there’s no pressure; it’s just a cookout."
Eli’s father, John Holmes, opened the front door. He called back over his shoulder, “Sheila, Eli and Noah are he