“Don’t choke on that cookie,” I said smiling, and I took his hand. “I don’t want to marry a dead man. Oh, God, I mean, yes, I’ll marry you, I mean. Will you? Would you? You would?” Now it was my turn to stuff half a cookie in my mouth in confusion.
“Isn’t one of us supposed to be on one knee?” Steven asked.
“I don’t know. I’ve never proposed to anyone before. Is there a precedent? I never did get my copy of the How to Be Gay handbook. Did you get one?”
Steven said, “All I got was the no son of mine lecture and the don’t let the door hit you on the ass on your way out speech.”
“Me, too. Another thing we have in common. I think we were made for each other.”
“I’ll need to test drive you again to be sure…”
“Skip the rest of the abandoned church tour and go home?”
“Can’t test drive at the beach. I didn’t bring any—protection.”