Chapter 9

“Thanks for not asking me if I play basketball,” he said eventually after they’d pulled their mouths apart and pressed their bodies together.

Ashok turned his head to make sideways eye contact. “You’re welcome?” he said. “I mean, I kind of assumed…”

Danny chuckled low, loving the feel of Ashok against him as he did. “Lacrosse, actually,” he said. “But everybody asks me if I play basketball. It’s kind of the main reason I never did. I hear it literally every day. It’s super refreshing to go through a whole date without hearing it.”

Ashok pulled a pouty frown. “Does that mean the date’s over?” he asked.

Danny felt a languid smile spread across his own face. “I mean, it doesn’t have to be. It’s not so late. What do you have going on tomorrow?”

Ashok smiled, too. “I work.”

“What time?”

“Early,” he said, setting his luxuriant eyelashes to fluttering. “Why? Are you asking me if I’ll sleep with you on the first date?”