You want me to invite him to dinner.”
“I want you to invite him to dinner,” she agreed.
“You know,” he said, “most gay men don’t have mothers who are this enthusiastic about their love lives.”
“That’s probably true,” she said. “You’re one of the lucky ones.
He wanted Jordan so badly, his fantasies consumed him. Whenever he reached out to touch something, paper, the phone, his steering wheel, there was a brief moment when he expected his hand to come in contact with the smooth silk of Jordan’s skin. When he ate, his tongue instinctively sought the taste of Jordan. Whenever he picked up the phone, he expected to hear Jordan’s voice.
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You’re an English major, aren't you?”
“Hey!” Immediately retreating, Keith swatted at him with a dishcloth. “Leave my brain alone. It’s resting.”
“Sorry, sorry.” He leaned away, hands up to display his surrender. “I didn't mean it, I take it back.”
“You’d better
Jordan, there isn't a straight woman or gay man alive who wouldn't drop everything to have dinner with you. I've been in this business for all of my life, and I know the difference between people who pretend to like you to get ahead, and people who are actually interested in getting to know you. Patrick wants to get to know you. Preferably naked, but that’s up to you.”
“I can’t wait until you’re old enough to be senile and start saying these things in public.”
“I’m very lucky to have such a loving son.
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