A short time later, they sat on the couch, side by side, munching on chips, dip, and guacamole while their appetizers cooked in the oven.
“Are you sure it’s okay to eat on the couch?” Drake asked, as he just missed spilling a glop of guacamole on the cushion.
“Oh, sure. It’s just a hand-me-down old sofa from my sister. I think one of her kids barfed on it when he was a baby.”
Drake grimaced. “You need a new couch.”
Jay laughed. “Yeah, I need a lot of new things I can’t afford.”
“You could go back to school.”
“College costs money, too. Besides, I never got really good grades when I was in school.” Jay lifted his long skinny legs and rested them on the coffee table. “I was incredibly average.”
“You average? I find that hard to believe.”
The sweet smile laced with just a smidge of sex
