“Dude? Really?” Aidan was a true product of southern California. He called me dude, he called his jacket dude, he called Rick dude — though only when Rick wasn’t in earshot. One time he’d called me ‘Dude, baby’ when he was drunk. Like, really? I was his boyfriend. I should be exempt. “Don’t you love me anymore?” “Cheap shot, dude-baby,” he said with a grin. God, he was so gorgeous when he smiled like that. It was so unfair. “I love you more than anything.”
