“Well, you’d better figure that out before you make any moves.” Chris put out his cigarette and looked at me. “You know I love you, Mark, and I’ll support you in whatever you do, but please, for the love of God, give some serious thought to this plan before you act on it. I don’t want to see you get hurt and I don’t want to see things go south between you and Darren. You two seem so happy together.”
“We are.”
“Then don’t fuck things up, okay?”
“How about I promise to try not to fuck things up?”
Chris rolled his eyes. “Fine. Now let’s go back to the party so I can stop bitching at you.”
* * * *
When Chris and I rejoined the party, he immediately grabbed a glass of wine for me and told me to drink up. I was about to do just that when Darren approached and put his arm around me.
“Dance with me,” he said.
“You know I don’t dance.”
Chris chimed in then. “Dance with your man, Mark.”