Chapter 21

Jonah feels Ricky’s hot breath on his face. It smells like compressed chicken and a factory-made brownie; products in the frozen dinner he has eaten. Flustered, unsure of the moment, but knowing that Ricky is about to cross a line, kissing him, Jonah quickly pulls out of the quarterback’s grip and makes contact with Ricky’s chin with a hard, half-balled fist.

Aghast, disbelieving what transpires in the Tudor’s foyer, Ricky steps backwards, reaches for his chin with his right palm and its set of fingers, and says, “You punched me.”

“And it wasn’t a love tap.”

“But…”

“No buts, Ricky. We’re not hooking up tonight. I have a boyfriend. A serious one. And a guy that I just might end up marrying and spend the rest of my life with. I suggest you go home and think about this, pal. You and I are not a thing. We’re friends. Only friends. That’s all we’ll ever be. Get that through your head. I’m not single.”