“Demi means you need to have a connection with someone before you can have romantic and/or sexual attraction,” Serge said. “And dude, you have a connection with him. Like a hard-core connection. You’re connecting all over the place.”
“That’s not what this is,” Josy said faintly, though he was starting to doubt his own words.
“You care about him, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you want to hold his hand?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Hug him?”
“Such good hugs,” Josy whispered fervently.
“Kiss him?”
Yes. Yes he did.
“Holy freaking crap,” Josy breathed. “I find Quincy Moore attractive.”
Xander threw up his hands. “Good god, finally.”
“I think he’s sexy.”
“Good for you, man,” Serge said.
“I want to put my mouth on his mouth.”
“Okay,” Serge said. “That’s… good.”
“He’s hot,” Josy said. “Like, frigging hot. I mean, the whole sex thing can wait or whatever, but goddamn. Have you seen him? I wish I was a blanket so I could lay on top of him all the time and keep him warm.”