Chapter 8

With a sigh, Steve pushed it toward Jase and rose to fix himself more.

“Look. I don’t know how to do this, I admit it.” Jase sat staring at the toast.

“Most people just pick it up and bite into it, but you could maybe smear it all over your face instead.” Steve was at a loss. What was bothering Jase so much? He’d been ill. He couldn’t have gone out if he’d wanted to.

“You know I’m not talking about the toast,” Jase growled. “I mean this relationship thing. I don’t know if I’m supposed to ask you to be my boyfriend or what. I mean, I want us to be boyfriends, but I don’t know how to get there.”

Steve finished buttering his toast and slathered jelly on it.

“Yeah, okay, sounds good to me.” He slid into a chair across the table. “Really good.”

Jase beamed, little bits of strawberry jam and oatmeal caught in his teeth, a heavy beard darkening his cheeks, and his tousled hair giving him an aura of homelessness. To Steve he was beautiful.