Chapter 12

Later that evening, I hung out at his place. “You guys still playing that huge jam session on the roof on Fridays?”

“Oh, yeah,” he replied from where he stood before the stove, preparing chicken burrito stuff. “You should come play with us again sometime.”

“Eh, I’d rather just hang out with you.”

“You’re such a homebody,” he replied, but he grinned at me.

“Maybe I’m just particular about the company I keep.” I blew him a kiss.

“Oh, that right there will get you laid.”

“I’m definitely counting on it.”

After dinner, we settled down to watch a movie, and I lay in front of Landry on the couch. It was a horror flick—we’d discovered a mutual love of scary films filled with gore—that neither of us had seen. My heart was in my mouth the entire time.

When it was done, I was ready to fuck the night away to get the carnage I’d just witnessed out of my mind.

“Come on, mister,” I said. “Time to get banged, but good.”

His snicker made me realize what I said.