“Try me,” I told him.
He did, chuckling. “Victor Trye, will you be my boyfriend even if a superstar football player kissed me today, grabbed my dick, and wanted to sleep with me?”
I laughed, knowing and feeling he just happened to be into me more than Thomas Sady. “I will be your boyfriend. I will. I’ll try to be the best boyfriend I can be.”
Silence followed.
Good silence.
Healthy silence.
Then he removed his right hand from the Hummer’s steering wheel, discovered my left hand, and gave it a tender squeeze, sealing our boyfriend deal in stone, history in the making.
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