Chapter 32: Making it more intense

His face flushed even deeper. His voice dropped, and she almost didn’t hear it over the music. “Out of my league.”

She laughed. She pointed down the bar. “You see that guy there?” She asked.

Montana looked. An expression hit his face like he was afraid of what she was about to say. “Yeah,” his voice was tentative, like he was verbally testing for land mines.

“That’s Ian,” she said. She turned back towards Montana. “My best friend. Every so often he goes on and on about people being in or out of my league.”

“So?”

“So what does he know?” She asked. “How do we know there even are leagues?”

Ian started walking towards them, almost sneaking closer to Autumn. Montana pretended not to notice. “Why wouldn’t he know?”

She laughed. “Montana, gay men may be the final authorities on clothing, shoes, and politics, but they know nothing about heterosexual intercourse.”

Montana smiled. “You may be right.”

“I certainly think so.”