As he pulls out into the traffic all waiting to leave, he looks over at me. “He still wants you.” I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of me. “He’s gay!” “Yeah, okay,” he says sarcastically. “And I’m becoming a monk.” “Are you?” I tease. “That’s great. I’m sure your mom will be really proud of you.” Turning to look at him, I smirk deviously. “Though, I guess that means I can’t give you road head on the way home.” And the way his head whips over in my direction and he almost rear-ends the car in front of us has me laughing until my stomach hurts.
