Paul purrs, “We’ll only be in the way. I was thinking maybe we could run out and get a bite to eat? If you don’t have anything better to do…”
All thoughts of a single leave Adam’s mind when he looks into those crystal eyes. The two of them in a car again? He can’t think of anything else he’d rather do.
* * * *
This time they take Paul’s Cherokee. Adam likes the leather interior, the plush seats, the CD changer. It makes him feel inadequate and stupid, with his little piece of shit Corolla, but Paul doesn’t say anything about it. When he gets rich and famous, Adam thinks he’ll buy something snazzier than this to drive Paul around in. Something with a big back seat, so they aren’t so cramped when they want to fool around. He’s going to be famous, he knows. It’s just a matter of time. What did Paul say? One week. He’s waited this long, hasn’t he? What’s one week more?