Regardless, Kit ended up staying behind with me, while Nate and his crew (which now included Matt) moved on to gayer pastures. Maybe it was the residual high from my one-sided flirtation with the captain of the flag football team downstairs, but the moment Kit and I were alone, I boldly moved my lips toward his and yanked that cocktail straw right out of his mouth and into mine. “Excuse you,” he mock-reprimanded me, as I smiled sheepishly at him. Without missing a beat, he charged at me and snatched the straw back.
