Chapter 57

Gerry, however, was sick to fucking death of people and noise.

He dragged his fingertips up Mark’s forearm. “How about dinner?”

“Dinner and…”

Gerry shook his head. “Just dinner. You and me. Nothing too fancy. Somewhere we can hole up, hide away, and just…I don’t know. Talk. Laugh.” He chuckled at Mark’s droll expression, then wrapped his fingers around Mark’s arm and pulled Mark closer. He stared into Mark’s eyes and blinked his own furiously. “You know, gaze into each other’s eyes and be lovestruck.”

“So…” Mark pursed his lips and eyed Gerry, unconvinced. “No orgy then?”

Gerry laughed. “We’ll save that for your birthday.”

His chin was tapped, and Mark nodded. “Done deal then.”