Jobe and I are left alone. He clears his throat, studies the churning flames, and says, “I rather like being the center of your attention.”
I huff and shake my head. “I’ve made a complete ass out of myself tonight. This wasn’t my intention. The story I imagined between you and Adam was over the top. I really had myself convinced the two of you were banging balls together.”
He catches me off guard and says, “But, if I have to choose between you two dudes, you’re handsomer.”
I don’t know how to reply to his comment. It’s best to keep my opinion of his hotness and good looks to myself. There’s no reason to add fuel to my inferno of embarrassment and tell him how much of an intense crush I have on him, although he probably knows this.
We shyly make eye contact.
He winks.
I probably give
