Chapter 15

They spent the next hour talking and eating. Well, Chris ate. Seth was full before he finished half his plate.

“I can’t eat another bite. Do you want some of my shrimp?” Seth offered.

Chris’s face lit up with glee. “Really? I’d love some. You sure?”

Seth nodded and pushed the plate toward him. “I’m so stuffed I may not be able to walk out of here. You may have to roll me out.”

Chris used his fork to stab a few shrimp and move them to his own plate, but he devoured them quickly.

“How do you eat so much and stay so…fit?” Seth asked.

“I work out. A lot. You?”

“Ha. Funny. No. I hate all forms of exercise.”

Chris raised an eyebrow. “All forms? Really?”

Something in the way he spoke made Seth think he wasn’t talking about traditional exercise, and he felt himself blush. “Um, well, you know…” he fumbled, trying to answer.

The laugh from across the table only made his face heat more. He downed the rest of his wine.