“Go check on your milkshake-laden boyfriend, college student,” Ranger says, and I bounce over to the unisex bathroom, pushing in the door to find Church cleaning chocolate off of his crotch with a wet rag. “Do you need help with that?” I ask, but when I reach to take it from him, Church just leans in and kisses me hard on the mouth. “Please don’t. I’ll get a hard-on, and then we’ll end up doing it in this bathroom, and Merinda will never forgive us.” My cheeks flush.
