“No, you don’t have a crush on me, or no it hasn’t been years?” “Okay,” he reasons, pressing his palms together and gesturing with both hands, “here’s the thing.” Gene leans in close, lowers his voice as much as he can. “Because you eat me out pretty enthusiastically for someone who isn’t into me.” Luis’s nervous smile turns into something looser, far more lopsided. “Fair.”
