When he got to the passenger side, Patrick had already got out of the truck and he yanked his arm away when Josh reached for it.
“I can walk,” he grumbled.
“Give me your keys.”
Patrick glared. “Get ‘em yourself.” He glanced pointedly at the left front pocket of his jeans.
Josh didn’t even hesitate and slipped his hand into Patrick’s pocket, fishing for the keys. Patrick pressed closer, taking a step until not even an inch separated them. Josh’s hand closed over the keys and he extracted them. He gently pushed Patrick toward the front door.
Patrick leaned against the door, closing his eyes, his lips pursed.
Josh put a steadying hand on Patrick before turning the key in the lock. He helped him into the front hallway and shut the door. Before he could do anything else, Patrick launched himself at Josh.