“Now all we have to do is tell your parents,” Andy says. Our gazes connect, and at the exact same moment, we both say, “Not it.” Andy laughs. “Take two on the erection game?” he suggests with a snicker. “Loser tells your parents about Chicago.” I slide my hand behind Andy’s back and squeeze his ass. “You’re on, professor.” In the end, Andy wins again. But I get to spend the rest of my life with him, so really, I’m the winner here.
