Wayne drove the short distance to IHOP and squeezed Pad’s thigh some more.
God! Am I lucky! Got the sweetest, cutest-looking boyfriend who’s cool with me go-go dancing!
He slowed down at the light of Summerlin and Colonial, listened to Pad get directions from Jen when he saw the IHOP. He pulled in, unsnapped his seatbelt and moved close to Pad for a kiss. They sat in the car, kissing for a few minutes before their activity was cut short by Pad’s phone.
“It’s Jack. He sees us in the parking lot and wants to know what we want to order.”
Wayne kissed Pad one more time. “Let’s just go in. Okay?” As Pad exited, he watched how he walked.
What a sweet ass.
As if on cue, Pad stopped past the front grill of the Mustang and waited for Wayne to get out. Wayne stepped out, moved close to Pad, an
