On the Ice (Stick Side, #1)

by Amy Aislin

“Well, I imagine all asexuals are different, but I’m not ace. I’m demi.”

Cody beamed at Alex. “We’re going to be such good friends.” “Just shoot me,” Mitch mumbled.

Mitch swallowed hard and rested a hand on Alex’s knee. Alex rested his hand on top of Mitch’s and wove their fingers together.

Mitch looked at him morosely. “You’re never going to try and kiss me again, are you?” “Oh, honey,” Alex said, staring pointedly at Mitch’s pink mouth. “You don’t need to worry about that. But first, crafts. Then kissing.” Mitch crafted.

“Do you ever do puzzles?” Alex asked. “Sure,” Mitch said, carefully cutting into red felt. “I’m doing a twenty-four piece one right now called Why Are We Doing Crafts When We Could Be Making Out Instead?”