Chapter 5

“They have,” he admitted, nodding.

“I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s not your fault. The world is filled with asshole men.” He took the new IPA, downed a sip, flexed an arm, bicep, and showed off the springs of brown hair under his armpit, which was a total turn-on for me. Following his sip, he said, “Tell me about your last boyfriend, Tanner. Hit me with all the details.”

“You really don’t want to hear about him.”

“Come on. Tell me. I was honest with you. You can be honest with me.”

“Let’s just say that he liked little boys instead of men. Enough said.”

Mag’s eyes grew wide, nodded. “Fair enough.”

“Yes. Fair enough.”

We drank.

* * * *

We retired to the living room’s sofa. “I’d offer you a T-shirt, Mag, but your chest is twice my size.”

He laughed at my comment. “Tell you what. You take off your shirt and we’ll call it even. What do you say?”

“I’d say you are coming on to me.”

“Let’s toast to that.”

We clinked our bottles together. Laughed more. But I left my shirt on.