Chapter 8They sat on the floor of the living room, a smorgasbord of warmed-up dishes surrounding them. Frank had suggested a midnight picnic, but Jay had latched onto the idea with a zeal he hadn’t expected, like accepting the blowjob had somehow given him permission to throw his customary reserve to the wind. Frank wasn’t arguing. He liked seeing Jay smile again. He’d hated walking away earlier that day, and he’d been terrified as all f**k of coming back and getting an even worse rejection. This more than made up for the truly awful hours he’d spent sitting at McDonald’s because that was the closest thing Roseville had to a hangout, wondering if he had the nerve to give it to Jay completely straight.
Taking the risk had been worth it. More than worth it, if the way Jay attacked his food
