Chapter 31

When Paul meets his gaze, he cracks up, easing the tension between them. Adam snickers into his soda. Did those people at Mickey D’s put something in his drink? Because he’s starting to feel a little like he did last night, light-headed and drunk and invincible. Did Paul just say he liked him? He’s pretty sure he heard that. “I just like you, okay? Everything about you.”

Sweet Jesus, thank you.

When he catches his breath, Adam asks, “Is it that big?”

“You’ll have to see for yourself,” Paul says, suddenly coy. In front of them a stoplight looms in the dusk. Paul eases the car to a stop as it turns red.

Now Adam grins. Setting his drink down in the cup holder, he reaches across Paul’s thigh to squeeze at the bulge in his jeans. “So show me already.”

Paul laughs again, catching Adam’s wrist in his hand, but he doesn’t push him away. “Not here.”