I walk into Patrick’s room and fall down on the bed. It’s something I haven’t done before, not in anybody’s house, but there is probably a first time for everything and if I really want to change I need to get out of my comfort zone fast.
“Want anything to eat?” Patrick asks.
“You always ask me if I’m hungry,” I mention to him. He really always does. It’s like he is trying to fatten me up. “Are you into chubby boys or something?”
Patrick laughs his almost silly laugh and falls down on the bed next to me.
“I’m just trying out the hospitality thing you know. I guess I’m really just trying to be a nice guy,” he says, his smile so wide that I actually feel like reaching out my hand and touching his mouth. There’s something home and warm about it that I can’t seem to shake.
“But if you still like me then you need to start thinking about whether you like chubby guys as well,” I say in my very best flirty voice. Gosh, I hope I am actually being flirty and not just awkward.