“Dexter, no, come on,” Colin said. “You set all this up. I don’t need you to pay.”
“I know you don’t needme to. I want to,” he replied. Dexter pushed his lip out, rested his head down on Colin’s shoulder. “Please? Lemme pay for this? We’ll count it as one of your Christmas presents, okay?”
Colin flashed him a smile and kissed the tip of his nose. “Are we doing that, baby? Exchanging gifts?”
“You gotta be a dick, don’t you?” Dexter laughed. “You just love it, huh?”
Colin giggled. Dexter had already hinted at exchanging gifts and Colin teased him about it, trying to get him to outright say it. Now that he’d gone and done it, of course, this little shit would let the chance to gloat pass by.
“You know me!” Colin gave him a cheesy grin and let him pay. “But I’m getting you something really good.”
“I’ll take it.”